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I am a working man
I work a working job
I work a working day
I get a working pay
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Why do I bother?
Why do I care?
I could even leave it bare
No one will read it
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When I feel lonely
When I feel sad
I just remember the good times we had
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A cunning little creature
It flies through the sky on wings of leather
With lungs on fire
It will burn you to a crisp
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Butterflies fall through the air
Strawberries swim in cream
Both like a maiden fair
But I'm a lump of butter
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I want to be an astronaut
See what it's like in space
But it would be quite lonely
In such an empty place
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They fly through the sky
It's not the blackbirds baked in that pie
Is it a non stop swallow
No it's the humble sparrow
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You are the one I care for
You are the one I love
You are the one I prayed for
To the heavens above
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I am older now than yesterday
I am younger than tomorrow
The more I age the more I feel
The more I wake in sorrow
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Working Man

I am a working man
I work a working job
I work a working day
I get a working pay

I am a busy man
I work a busy job
I work a busy day
I get a busy pay

I am a lazy man
I am no looking for a job
I do nothing every day
I let the council pay

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