| You’re waking up at five a.m.
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| You’ve dreamt the factory dream again, oh oh
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| The grinding of the great machines
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| With shining steel like guillotines, oh oh
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| And someone saying to you, «Oh, don’t let go
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| I’ve been just like kinda caught in a roll
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| Never getting out, never getting out»
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| But the morning is here on your stairs
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| He’s holding up his sharp golden spears
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| And tries his very best to put on airs to get you out
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| And he is coming for you
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| To brighten bleaker days
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| And all the things that you do
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| Are never lost in space
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| But they shine like neon rays
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| To spell «liberty»
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| Oh oh oh oh oh
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| Oh oh oh oh!
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| Eeny, meeny, miny, moe
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| Catch yourself by the toe, oh oh oh, oh oh
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| So afraid you had a choice
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| To speak with someone else’s voice
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| But it is coming with a cost to climb the wall
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| The outside it is steep if you fall
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| You’re walking on the blade of a knife
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| Oh, what a gift to get!
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| And it was given to you
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| To brighten bleaker days
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| (Oh! You know you’re shinin', you know you…)
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| And all the things that you do
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| They are never lost in space
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| But they shine like neon rays
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| To spell «liberty»
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| Oh oh oh oh oh
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| Oh oh oh
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| Oh, the pink piano!
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| So eeny, meeny, meeny, my, miny, moe
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| I think you have caught your pinky toe
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| But someday soon, you will grow
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| And your neon rainbow will start to glow
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| And he is coming for you
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| To brighten bleaker days
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| (Oh! You know you’re shinin', you know you…)
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| And all the things that you do
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| They are never lost in space
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| But they shine like neon rays
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| To spell «liberty»
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| Oh oh oh oh oh
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| To spell «victory»
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| Oh oh oh oh oh
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| Oh, to spell «freedom»
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| Oh oh oh oh oh
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| Oooohhhh! |