| Sick and fucking tired of the drudgery
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| Everybody wants to make some money
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| Looking at the clock, wishing my life away
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| Scared, I’m scared, I’m skint
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| Well I know now, I should be working
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| But I’m sitting here on this wall
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| I’m watching sparrows fly against the blue sky, so pure
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| Just to feel and see the trees dance in this blackened town
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| And to witness this perfection, I know I must come down
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| Nature will dance and shine
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| Our bodies age in time
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| Neighbour, i know you only live next door
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| Don’t let this system put us to war
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| To see life find its way though this heavy railway
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| Blankets of steel and stone
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| Red, greens and yellows, no locks, this is our home
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| Cause the sky is whats above us and my feet, they’re on the ground
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| No need to stay, no need to go home
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| Nature will dance and shine
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| Our bodies age in time
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| Neighbour, i know you only live next door
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| Don’t let this system put us to war
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| As if all this beauty could exist in this gap of time
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| A dancer out the ether beyond the line
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| And to think that bastard work place could exist on the other side |
| I’ll be there in thirty minutes time
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| Sick and fucking tired of the drudgery
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| Everybody wants to make some money
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| Looking at the clock, wishing my life away
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| Scared, I’m scared, I’m skint |