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Clock strikes eight up on a |
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Monday Got to bed at half past five |
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Can't remember |
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Saturday or |
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Sunday But life is grand |
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And doesn't it feel good to be alive when you're |
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Going somewhere |
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Going somewhere |
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Paying for food through bricks and mortar |
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Biding my time trying to have some fun |
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Half past ten |
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I drink a little water |
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Time stands still |
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I've seen my future slip through my hands |
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Watched the wind whip through desert sands |
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Then I remember |
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I'm no ordinary man and |
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I'm Going somewhere |
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Going somewhere |
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It's been years since |
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I was a builder |
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Working with my head and hands |
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Dreams of crystal glass and silver |
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Go flashing past |
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So tantalizing the things that |
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I've seen |
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I know you know exactly what |
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I mean Can never look back to where you've been when you're |
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Going somewhere |
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Going somewhere |
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Clock strikes eight up on a |
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Monday Got to bed at half past five |
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Can't remember |
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Saturday or |
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Sunday But life is grand |
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Doesn't it feel good to be alive |
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To laugh until the tears roll from your eyes |
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I'll drink to your health from five miles high and |
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I'm Going somewhere |
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Going somewhere |
