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When the working day is done |
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I refuse to belong to anyone. |
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And at night when I try to sleep |
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I hear the howls of commerce in my dreams... |
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Somehow, someone, somewhere owns everything I do. |
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Somehow, someone, somewhere owns all of me and owns all of you. |
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There's no charge, there's no crime, |
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but we're all doing time. |
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There's not much I can do, |
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but to sing a bad ballad for you. |
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I could suggest sabotage, |
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but success might prove a mirage. |
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'cause |
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Somehow, someone, somewhere owns everything I do. |
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Somehow, someone, somewhere owns all of me and owns all of you. |
