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Day by day ... whistle while you work ... our |
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Backs are breaking ... up from hollow earth ... |
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From end to end ... the noise begins ... in the |
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Human battle stations ... and the big one's |
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Coming in |
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Work, work, work, work ... work till holes are |
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Filled ... work, work, work, work ... bags of |
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Bone and skin ... lovers hold hands ... tossing |
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Their heads ... tangled in hair ... tied to earth |
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... with skin and glue |
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But their skin is the same as yours |
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Coming in for the world to see |
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They can sit at the table, too |
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The same blood as you and me |
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Speak very softly .. hold my hand ... someone is |
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Sleeping ... in my bed ... priests pass by ... |
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Worms crawl in ... one dreams to be ... one dream |
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For all |
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His skin is the same as yours |
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Is he not made the same as you? |
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And some have fallen down |
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And blood spilled on the ground |
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Work, work,work |
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Till his life is doneu |
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The old man .. is at our door ... and he's |
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Knocking ... knocking ... as his neighbors weep |
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... each day repeats ... are we nothing in your |
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Eyes? ... someone answer, someone answer ... this |
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Rusted garden gate ... can barely even stand ... |
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Their work is over now ... and rest will be at |
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Hand |
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Is their skin not the same as yours? |
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Can they sit at the table to drink |
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Cool water |
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Cool wateru |
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And his lungs are filled with rain... |
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And the water's rushing in... |
