| Good morning day, how do you do
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| I wonder — what will you do for me?
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| I should be on my way, I should be earning pay
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| I should be all the things that I’m not —
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| And I’ve tried on my own, now there’s nothing to keep me at home
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| Like my Brother has too — gotta leave to get out of this view
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| You see they, tell you to move around —
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| If you can’t find work in your own town
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| As I rise from my bed I can hear the old man
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| Blaming Heaven and Mother for this
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| 30 Years with one firm, 13 months redundant
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| Yes I’d say that’s unlucky for some —
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| Now our tears fall like rain, as my Mother walks me to my train
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| With a kiss and a wave — «Come home weekends» — that’s if I can save
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| I swear I’ll take it out on the man —
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| Who ever devised this economy plan
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| All the love in the world — can’t put —
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| Dinner on the table —
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| All the hate that I feel no love could put right
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| Good morning day, how do you do
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| I wonder — what will you do for me?
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| I should be on my way, I should be earning pay
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| I should be all the things that I’m not —
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| And I’ve tried on my own, now there’s nothing to keep me at home
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| All the love and the strength has been taken by this Government
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| You see they, tell you to move around —
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| If you can’t find work in your own town
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| Father’s in the kitchen, counting out coins
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| Mother’s in the bedroom, looking through pictures of her boys
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| One is in London, looking for a job
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| The other’s in Whitehall — Looking for those responsible! |