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Hey, I work from eight to five just to stay alive |
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I face that strife, that rat-race life |
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I'm running round in circles every day it's all the same, yeah, yeah |
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I simply act a part, I'm trying to look smart, a man of work |
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You're just a jerk |
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Won't you take a look inside and you see: I don't give a damn, yeah, yeah |
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At home, at work at every place |
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I bow and scrape, I race the race |
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A modern slave, caught in his golden cave, 'tsch b'tsch |
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Now Fiddler's Green is a place I heard tell |
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Where the fishermen go if they don't go to hell |
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Where the skies are all clear and the dolphins do play all day, yeah, yeah |
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No time to lose, I'm leaving tonight |
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No more will I be seen |
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No time to lose, don't flog a dead horse |
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Let's go to Fiddler's Green |
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Burn the bridges, come along |
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Help me now to sing this song |
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Burn the bridges, now I'm keen to |
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Find my way to Fiddler's Green |
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Burn the bridges, come along |
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Help me now to sing this song |
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Burn the bridges, now I'm keen to |
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Find my way to Fiddler's Green |
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I stop to play it safe, rise from the grave |
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I pass the buck to lady luck I'm going on a journey and |
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Ring the curtain down, down down |
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Cause Fiddler's Green is a place I heard tell |
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Where the fishermen go if they don't go to hell |
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This rings a bell inside of me |
