| Working in the corner, peaking over shoulders, waiting for my time to come.
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| Working in the corner, one day to the other, butter for my piece of bun.
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| Stepping a stone and I’m all gone.
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| Give me the tone and I’m all gone
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| Yes I’m walking by the line,
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| Not here but in my mind.
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| Working a sweat but it’s all good.
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| Breaking my back but it’s all good.
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| Cause I know I’ll get it back,
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| I know your hands will clap.
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| I’m working
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| I’m working
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| To make butter for my piece of bun.
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| And if you say I’m not okay
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| With miles to go.
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| If you say there ain’t no way that I could know.
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| If you say I aim too high from down below,
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| Well say it now cause when I’m gone,
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| You’ll be calling but I won’t be at the phone.
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| And I’m hanging around until it’s all done,
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| You can’t keep me back once I had some.
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| Wasting time to get it right,
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| And you will see what I’m about.
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| Cause I’m working a sweat but it’s all good,
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| I’m breaking my back but it’s all good.
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| Cause I know I’ll get it back, I know your hands will clap.
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| And if you say I’m not okay with miles to go.
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| If you say there ain’t no way that I could know.
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| If you say I aim too high from down below,
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| Well say it now cause when I’m gone,
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| You’ll be calling but I won’t be at the phone. |