| Blood, sweat and tears
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| Really don’t matter
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| Just the things that you do
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| In this garden
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| Blood, sweat and tears
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| Really don’t matter
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| Just the things that you do
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| In this garden
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| I never thought, I’d see the day
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| When you became what you’ve become
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| It’s easy now just to look away
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| And leave your conscience on the run
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| Spend so much time not looking for an answer
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| But someone else’s to blame
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| As long as you don’t take the drop
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| To you it’s all the same
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| Blood, sweat and tears
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| Really don’t matter
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| Just the things that you do
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| In this garden
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| Blood, sweat and tears
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| Really don’t matter
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| Just the things that you do
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| In this garden
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| Sometimes, I like to get away
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| Chase a thought and fly
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| The people around here will never change
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| They’re too scared to look outside
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| Community spirit, neighborhood watch
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| Curtains twitching all the time
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| Got to have a look at what next door’s got
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| 'Cos your credit’s on the line
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| Blood, sweat and tears
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| Really don’t matter
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| Just the things that you do
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| In this garden
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| Blood, sweat and tears
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| Really don’t matter
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| Just the things that you do
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| In this garden
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| Don’t waste your time with your visions of the future
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| And your party line
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| 'Cos your eyes have blinded to the people in the gutter
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| Who are fighting to survive
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| When I was out, I saw a fox
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| He was fighting for his life
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| His eyes were wide but his mind was shut
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| To the red coat bugle cries
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| When he reached his home his path was blocked
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| By some sportsman’s clever guise
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| If this is as far as your culture’s got and I deny it
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| Blood, sweat and tears
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| Really don’t matter
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| Just the things that you do
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| In this garden
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| Blood, sweat and tears
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| Really don’t matter
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| Just the things that you do
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| In this garden
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| Blood, sweat and tears
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| Really don’t matter
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| Blood, sweat and tears
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| Really don’t matter
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| Really don’t matter
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| Really don’t matter |