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Words and music by bob seger |
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I take my card and i stand in line |
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To make a buck i work overtime |
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Dear sir letters keep coming in the mail |
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I work my back till it's racked with pain |
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The boss can't even recall my name |
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I show up late and i'm docked |
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It never fails |
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I feel like just another |
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Spoke in a great big wheel |
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Like a tiny blade of grass |
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In a great big field |
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To workers i'm just another drone |
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To ma bell i'm just another phone |
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I'm just another statistic on a sheet |
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To teachers i'm just another child |
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To irs i'm just another file |
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I'm just another consensus on the street |
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Gonna cruise out of this city |
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Head down to the sea |
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Gonna shout out at the ocean |
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Hey it's me |
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And i feel like a number |
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Feel like a number |
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Feel like a stranger |
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A stranger in this land |
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I feel like a number |
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I'm not a number |
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I'm not a number |
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Dammit i'm a man |
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I said i'm a man |
