| Four 'clock on a cold, wet winter morning
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| Tires screech to a halt
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| Footsteps pound up the stairs
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| Tthe door flies off it’s hinges and it’s your turn
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| Don’t pack much, you won’t need it
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| Hurry up now you’ll miss your train.
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| Work will make you free, work will make you free
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| I was sitting there minding my own damn business
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| When a hammer on the door got me on my feet
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| There were men out in the landing, there were men out on the stairs
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| There men winding down into the street
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| They had on brown shirts, brown ties, black boots
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| Overside the leader stepped on up to me
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| He said I got a piece of paper here with your name on it
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| From the highest of authority
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| And he said work will make you free, work will make you free
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| Well I’m stuck out in a box car
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| Stranded out in nowhere, feels like I can hardly breathe
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| Well it’s the middle of the winter and they gave me these pajamas
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| But I think I’m just about to freeze
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| They didn’t give it any time I didn’t get to pack up what was mine
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| Didn’t tell nobody where I’d be, but your guess is as good as mine, but I bet
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| We’re going where the sign says — work will make you free
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| They said work will make you free, work will make you free
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| Work, work will make you free
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| Work, work will make you free
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| They said work will make you free, work will make you free
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| Work, work will make you free
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| Work, work will make you free
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| And I said, will I ever play the violin again
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| And they said, yes you can still do that
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| A little night music out in the snow
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| Makes the hours go and go and go
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| And work will make you free
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| Are you ready girls?
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| Work, work will make you free
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| Work, work will make you free
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| Work, work will make you free
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| Work, work will make you free
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| They said work will make you free, work will make you free
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| Work, work will make you free
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| Work, work will make you free
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| If I didn’t know where I was before, at least I know now… |