| Work was on the way
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| And I’d rather be no one, work in vain
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| All the suits are formally
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| And as for me, I’ll soon take that front seat
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| And time she bears a cross
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| In an ocean teaming with froth
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| I’m on the shore without applause
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| Mama’s here and nothing can be done
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| No other thought meanwhile something thaws
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| Dad to rise, there to fix something
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| It’s not the drinking but the worry that does him in
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| I learned you were sober
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| On root that’s so gold
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| Gears of nothing
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| Stacked at nothing
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| She bears a cross in an ocean
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| Teaming with froth
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| On the shore without applause |