| The man in the North
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| Has set his course
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| To do the things that benefits him
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| For health and fun
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| He ventures forth
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| With an access card and a Ford Capri
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| The man in between
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| Can choose his scene
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| His boots in the North
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| His roots in the South
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| Head in the clouds
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| His feet on the ground
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| He sits on the fence while the earth spins round
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| North, South, East, West
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| Extend your hand get what you can
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| This is a game they call survive
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| The North got the money, and the South deprived
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| North, South, East and West
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| We can run but we can’t hide
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| Run to where the money flows
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| That’s life in general, I suppose
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| The man in the South won’t open his mouth
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| 'Cause nobody listens to what comes out
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| The rice and the tractors, the tents will come
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| When another builder makes another pound
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| North, South, East, West
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| North, South, East, West
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| North, South, East, West |