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In...an age...when peeeeeople say,..."I...can't face...another day." |
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A fourpenny bus ride can take |
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one hour away |
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out of his life |
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'Cause Johnny's a worker; |
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he works from nine to five |
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and home to the wife |
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From his boring day |
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he is far away... |
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The same little bus ride |
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provides him with a way |
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to face his day |
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From Tooting to Chiswick, |
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his mind is free to roam |
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far from his home |
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In the land of smiles |
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he rides for miles and miles... |
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He looks out the window |
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and dreams of days in the past |
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he knew wouldn't last |
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The standing conductor is there, |
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asks him for his fare |
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and gives him a stare |
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Millions every day |
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have to get away... |
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So take a fourpenny bus ride to where |
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people don't stare |
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or get in your hair |
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There' a million and one things to be |
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when you learn how |
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to be free |
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Living day to day, |
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each must find his way... |
