| I’ll work my way i always have
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| I’ll do whatever you choose
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| I’ll mend your clothes i’ll make your bed
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| I’ll spit and shine your shoes
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| I’ve wintered in italian sun
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| I’ve summered in a caravan
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| But i know you’re a busy man
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| And i must work my way
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| I’ve followed workers on the land
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| Pulled daffodils with callused hands
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| Seen comets rise in cut-glass skies
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| That curve around the moon
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| Been driven fast on icy roads
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| By drivers i don’t even know
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| But so long as i get where i must go
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| I’ll work my way
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| I’ll work my way, i’ll work my way
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| I’ll work my way, i’ll work my way
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| I work my way i travel light
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| And i sleep easy every night
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| And dream of things i’ll never own
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| And places i have never been
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| See there’s a river in my veins
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| That whispers ever in my ear
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| The names of places far from here
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| That still i long to see
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| But every freedom has its price
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| These aching hands these tired eyes
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| And on my face the laughter lines
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| Are interspersed with tears
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| And though my feet are brown with clay
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| This restlessness won’t let me stay
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| And wretched though my moving is
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| I cannot linger here
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| So i will rise before the dawn
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| When sleep’s dead weight lies on your arm
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| Before the sun burns off the mist
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| You’ll wake to find me gone
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| Sure i might return someday
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| Like the bad penny in your change
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| But restlessness rides in my veins…
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| And i must work my way |