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going down again |
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here with my briefcase |
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i become a modern caveman |
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to get my own place in the sun |
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i hope it's not gonna last forever |
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just a while, to get to greener pastures |
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got caught in the flow of life |
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i'm not giving up the fight |
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five days a week i'm in my cell |
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from the tube to the cube |
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to the underground |
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under neon skies |
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here i am, i'm going down the ramp all alone |
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like a human mole |
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digging down a well lit tunnel |
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sure to find my way home |
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no matter what you do or say |
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i'm dreaming of running away |
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escaping from this cold blue lighting |
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and flying away |
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from the tube to the cube |
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to the underground |
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under neon skies |