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It's a life-time from the leather stalls |
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The Berbers and bazaars |
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Down through every measured movement |
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In the making of the cars. |
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And it doesn't pay much |
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And it doesn't leave scars - on the outside |
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And they give you the impression |
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It's all Monet and Braque |
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But the oil they squeeze on their palettes |
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They never use on this track. |
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And every extra filter |
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Is a fissure, is a crack - on the inside |
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All this way - Toulouse |
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Another day - Toulouse |
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You've come too far - Toulouse |
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And he walks in right behind you |
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As you both go punching in |
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And you both pick up your rivets |
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From an aluminium bin. |
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And he thinks what makes him different |
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Is the colour of his skin - it's on the outside |
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All this way - Toulouse |
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Another day - Toulouse |
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You've come too far - Toulouse. |
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You've had their OAS |
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You've had their CGT |
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And no-one will be working here |
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When they bring in CNC |
