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Sometimes I'm invisible, |
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just another PIN number. |
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I put my card in the machine. |
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I pay to withdraw my soul, |
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spend more, |
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consume, |
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look rich. |
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And all the corporations |
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have a duty to the shareholders |
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to sit round a big table |
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and cut every slice just as fat. |
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they've got to make more |
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consume |
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get rich. |
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But if money is invisible |
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and it generally makes you miserable. |
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Do you see where I'm going with this |
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what are we all hunting? |
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tatoot-ta-ta.. |
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totootatoto |
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And here am I |
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on a mountain. |
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I'm ever so high on a mountain. |
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Sometimes I just stand on a mountain |
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of thoughts like these. |
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What if all the universities |
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have their spinoff companies? |
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What if you're a bright spark? |
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You're working before you know you are, |
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head down, |
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research, |
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don't ask what for. |
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Sometimes we throw a party |
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get a little arty |
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roll our stockings down |
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dance round the kitchen, the kitchen, the kitchen. |
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We get high, |
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let go, |
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get loud, |
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And the neighbours are banging on the walls. |
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They want to bring back hanging, of course. |
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What are we all hunting here, |
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what are we all hunting? |
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tatoot-ta-ta.. |
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totootatoto |
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tatoot-ta-ta.. |
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totootatoto |
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And here am I in a front room |
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in a Galloway |
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He's on the TV |
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asking all the questions |
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I just love to ask. |
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Like what about the war, |
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what was that for? |
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Yeah, what about the war, |
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what was that for? |
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We want peace, |
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release, |
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let go... |
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Sometimes we throw a party. |
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we get a little arty. |
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We get our instruments out. |
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Play round the table, the table, the table. |
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It gets us high |
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we let go, |
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we get loud |
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And the neighbours are banging on the walls. |
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They want to bring back hanging, of course. |
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What are we all hunting, |
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what are we all hunting? |
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tatoot-ta-ta.. |
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totootatoto |
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tatoot-ta-ta.. |
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totootatoto |
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And here am I |
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on this mountain |
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and I'm ever so high on a mountain. |
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Sometimes I just sit on a mountain |
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of thoughts like these. |
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Sometimes I'm invisible, |
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just another PIN number. |
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I put my card in the machine |
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withdraw my soul again. |
