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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 hounds of commerce in my dreams |
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Somehow, someone, somewhere |
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Owns everything I do |
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Somehow, someone, somewhere |
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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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To be honest 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 somehow, someone, somewhere |
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Owns everything I do |
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Somehow, someone, somewhere |
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Owns all of me and owns all of you |
