| I’m not afraid to bend my back
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| I’m not afraid of dirt
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| But how I fear the things I do
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| For the lack of honest work
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| My family is lost to me
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| They couldn’t bear the hurt
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| To see the state their boy is in
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| For the lack of honest work
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| I hold no blame for anyone
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| 'Twas I who did arrange
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| To pay my union dues so I’d
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| Not have to learn or change
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| And when I was replaced was I
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| Who started down the hill
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| And drank away my savings 'till
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| I couldn’t stop myself
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| The prophets of a brave new world
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| Captains of industry
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| Have visions grand and great designs
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| But non have room for me
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| They see a world where everyone
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| Is rich and smart and young
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| But if I live to see such things
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| Too late for me they come
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| I know I’m not the only one
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| To fall beneath the wheel
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| Such company can not assuage
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| The loneliness I feel
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| So many are resigned to be
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| Society’s debris
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| But I will be remembered for
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| The life life took from me |