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People work their lives |
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Only to retire |
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Husbands and wives |
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Have nothing to aspire to |
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When they grow old |
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Nines and fives |
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Bonds and stocks |
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No one thrives |
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On punching clocks |
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And so it's told |
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I've panned my gold |
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My little world is much to me |
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The flirts, the foreplay |
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The flaunts |
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You couldn't give away for free |
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A world nobody wants |
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Nothing amazing, new or proud |
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The life I've chosen to lead |
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No trace of silver on my cloud |
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No pedigree, no breed |
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And even though it's sad |
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Even though it's beautiful |
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It can only be mine |
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It can only be mine |
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My little world is commonplace |
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Important people would say |
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But all the lines upon my face |
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Are quite a price to pay |
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Fr a little world that could only be |
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A world that belongs to only me |
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Take it fellas! |
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My little world is commonplace |
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Important people would say |
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But all the lines upon my face |
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Are quite a price to pay |
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Fr a little world that could only be |
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A world that belongs to only me |
