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Out here in the fields |
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I fight for my meals. |
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I get my back into my living. |
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I don't need to fight |
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To prove I'm right. |
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I don't need to be forgiven. |
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My kids ain't gonna break my heart. |
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My greed ain't gonna spoil their part. |
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This land just has to be a new one. |
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I'm gonna tan underneath a new sun. |
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Don't cry, |
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Don't raise your eye, |
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It's only Teenage Wasteland. |
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Don't have the latest suit, |
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The long grass is my fruit. |
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I am nearly an ordinary man. |
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The family is free, |
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To do just as they please. |
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We all sleep together in the caravan. |
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Hey you! |
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Don't walk on the turnips! |
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My lord, |
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When will they ever learn it? |
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Look there, |
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Nations of travelling children. |
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No where to go, |
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To escape the chill wind. |
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Don't cry, |
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Don't raise your eye, |
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It's only Teenage Wasteland. |
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My kids ain't gonna break my heart. |
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My greed ain't gonna spoil their part. |
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This land just has to be a new one. |
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I'm gonna tan underneath a new sun. |
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Sally, take my hand, |
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Travel south cross land. |
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Put out the fire, |
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And don't look past my shoulder. |
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The exodus is here, |
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The happy ones are near. |
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Let's get home, |
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Before we get older. |
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Teenage Wasteland. |
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Teenage Wasteland. |
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Teenage Wasteland. |
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It's only Teenage Wasteland. |
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Teenage Wasteland. |
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It's only Teenage Wasteland. |
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Teenage Wasteland. |
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It's only Teenage Wasteland. |
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They're all wasted! |
