| Man rolls out of bed and he knots his tie
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| Gulps his coffee as he says goodbye
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| Drags his car down a one-way street
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| Got appointments to keep
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| It’s the way of the land
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| He works in a room with the windows closed
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| Got no time for the open road
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| Punches out at a quarter to five
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| Feels a little bit more alive
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| It’s the way of the land
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| He used to dream of Robin Hood
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| He used to make his plans
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| To race through Sherwood Forest
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| With a longbow in his hand
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| And Friar Tuck and Marian
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| Would call him hero then
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| He’d rob the rich and help the poor
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| To understand, man to man,
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| It was the way of the land
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| Woman wakes up and she makes the bed
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| Got a thousand troubles running through her head
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| Drags her body through another day
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| For a little under minimum wage
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| It’s the way of the land
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| Got no job but she works full time
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| Get the kids on the bus and the washing on the line
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| And the rushing and the planning and the grocery shop
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| Having dinner ready seven o’clock
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| It’s the way of the land
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| She used to dream of Tinkerbelle
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| She dreamt of Peter Pan
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| Of scouting distant islands
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| Finding treasures in the sand
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| She’d battle Captain Hook
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| Until he’d lost his other hand
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| And clap so hard that every child
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| Would live again, to ride the wind
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| It’s the way of the land
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| I dreamed a dream just the other night
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| My mama walked and my daddy cried
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| And their eyes were bright as shooting stars
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| And they held each other hard
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| You understand…
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| They used to dream of travelling
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| They used to make those plans
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| Fred Astaire and Ginger
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| In the ballrooms of romance
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| But time is hard on heroes
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| They never had the chance
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| I dreamed a dream the other night
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| And knew somehow that they’re dancing now
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| 'Cause it’s the way of the land
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| It’s the way of the land |