| Caught in the gridlock nose to tail across all lanes
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| Smog nearly chocking me as the car horns go insane
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| Patiently waiting to get their old jobs backs
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| Carrying the human race proudly on their backs
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| How easily forgotten
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| How easily we’re led
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| How hard the path is trodden
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| From when horsepower meant what it said
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| I’ve got a hundred horses hidden in between my wheels
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| But i can’t put my foot down and jumped the fences in the field
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| Patiently waiting to get their old jobs back
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| How easily forgotten
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| How easily we’re led
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| How hard the path is trodden
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| From when horsepower meant what it said
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| And if we’re keeping up with progress why am i standing still
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| Maybe we should take a walk and talk to the horses on the hill
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| How easily forgotten
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| How easily we’re led
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| How hard the path is trodden
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| From when horsepower meant what it said
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| How hard the path is trodden
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| From when horsepower meant what it said |