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Now he wanted to fly all those big aeroplanes |
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Trans-continental and back home again |
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But his brain, it was grounded |
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His head could not cope |
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No qualifications, no reasons for hope |
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They told him the right way to fasten his tie |
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Beat him for laughing and never said why |
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They left his for dead when the results came through |
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And still never asked what he wanted to do |
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No qualifications so late in the day |
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We've screwed you up, well, now you make your own way |
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Now to label your trousers and label your shoes |
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If you don't wear nothing then label that too |
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No qualifications, you are the time born |
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If you wanna succeed you better get some qualifications |
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So late in the day |
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We've screwed you up, well, now you make your own way |