| In the early morning light you step into the cold
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| Your curses freeze mid air, the bus is late
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| You’ve got to get to work on time, your job is on the line
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| Soon you’ll start again, the same routine
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| Deep inside your mind, the dreamers dream you’ll find
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| As the day is long, it keeps you moving on
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| Trying to stay ahead as best you can
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| Sweep away the notion of a revolution
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| Do it for yourself
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| (There's no stoppin')
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| (Living against the river)
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| Do what you do what you do
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| (Got to keep pushing)
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| (When you’re living against the river)
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| Do what you do what you do
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| As the light begins to fade and you’re heading back for home
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| Your head is hanging low, you’re feeling blue
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| From the corner of your eyes, under neon lights you see
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| The old man in the snow with worn out shoes
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| Sweep away the notion of a revolution
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| Do it for yourself
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| Repeat (Fade) |