| When all the work is done
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| The work is done
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| A place for everything til everything is in its place
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| And every setting sun
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| When the work was done
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| Was a day that didn’t go to waste
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| When all the work is done
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| It will be done
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| Producing everything for everything to be replaced
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| And in dirty towns we will settle down
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| Manufacture for the human race
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| The greatest story that was ever told in the lights of history
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| Was the grand designs of other men
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| And they built those walls for you and me So don’t start thinking we can start again
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| Start a riot in the streets my friend
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| Or they’ll start pulling us apart again
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| Cos idle hands make idle men
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| Don’t start thinking with your heart again
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| Cos idle hands make idle men
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| When the work is done, the work is done
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| We’ll be bionic and beyond the circuits of our minds
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| We’ll get nothing done under electric sun
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| Leave the weight of labour far behind
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| We’re the greatest story that was ever told
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| But we don’t know where we’re from
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| And the walls became but a memory
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| Of the days when all the work begun
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| So don’t start thinking we can start again
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| Start a riot in the streets my friend
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| Or they’ll start pulling us apart again
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| Cos idle hands make idle men
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| Rejoice the day, the day the work is done
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| Rejoice the day, the day the work is done
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| Everybody’s counting hours
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| Everybody’s counting hours
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| Til the day the work is done
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| Til the day the work is done
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| So don’t start thinking we can start again
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| Start a riot in the streets my friend
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| Or they’ll start pulling us apart again
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| Cos idle hands make idle men
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| So don’t start thinking we can start again
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| Start a riot in the streets my friend
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| Or they’ll start pulling us apart again
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| Cos idle hands make idle men
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| Rejoice the day, the day the work is done
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| Rejoice the day, the day the work is done
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| Everybody’s counting hours
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| Everybody’s counting hours |