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Don't let them stop you believing |
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And don't let them find you breathing |
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You've got a hiding place at the back of the yard |
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And the bus has gone out all evening |
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I sleep with the chipboard and levers |
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In my old clothes, |
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I lay there just dreaming |
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My thoughts are all somewhere, |
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But I'm going nowhere |
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But don't let them catch you sleeping |
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Don't get caught |
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They might lock you down there forever |
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And you`d have to keep it together |
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Just because one day you've done it your own way |
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You made all the other workers jealous |
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The sun wakes you up in the morning |
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And now all the gates need securing |
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Now don't waste no time, now you've caught the first light |
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But don't let them catch you yawning |
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Don't get caught |
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Don't get caught in the crossfire |
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Just cause you felt tired today |
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You're sleeping on barbed wire |
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You'll only get fired away |
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Don't get caught |
