| A song for all who’ve tried and lost
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| a sad and bitter tale
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| you can’t succeed your whole life long
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| but some folks always fail
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| So we all know we have to die
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| the thought is full of pain
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| you make the grave your last farewell
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| your life has been in vain
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| So sorry, teacher, but I don’t know the things
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| you made me learn for today
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| we’ve got ten kids at home
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| have little room although
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| my daddy’s gone away
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| This is the last time
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| you will have had the chance
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| don’t you believe that
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| I’m your fool
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| (keep it cool)
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| There’s a lot of work outside
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| please take your books
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| I’d like to see you leave that school
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| where is the open hand that guides me
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| into a land with a friendly sky
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| (Oh, so wide…)
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| Mine is the road to nowhere
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| no sign, no light to guide me
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| who could describe my anger
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| when I was sacked last Friday?
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| Everything looked so fine
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| starting at six in the morning
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| work was all right, and I thought
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| this is a new life starting
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| Some of my old friends warned me
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| they said, «you'll never break the chain
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| that keeps us all apart from
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| the other society»
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| Born on the wrong side of town
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| maybe I felt they were right
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| but to change my social background
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| I had to work and to fight!
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| Last week, I was called to the foreman
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| he said, «you're a dirty bloke!!»
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| «don't lie, I’m sure you took the money
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| we collected for your old man’s death…»
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| So I stood in the door
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| with a tear and I felt confused
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| I was charged for a crime
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| feeling sad to have no clue
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| Walking out in the night
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| on a dark and empty street
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| got no hope
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| want to drink
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| 'til I can’t stand on my feet
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| Hello! |
| I’d like a Double Dimple!
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| good and strong
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| running down my throat!
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| let’s drink, everything’s simple
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| spend my money
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| even sell my coat
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| There I sit in the corner
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| and watch my empty glass
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| All my hangups are gone
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| and I’m feeling fine at last
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| Walking out in the night
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| on a dark and empty street
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| where is home?
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| I’m so tired and want
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| to go to sleep
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| Wakin' up in the morning
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| when the sun is shining high
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| find myself in the gutter
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| see people passing by
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| Morning came on the hill
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| Smell of snow was in the air
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| Saw the sun rising up
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| Felt the warmth
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| of a new born day
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| I feel like dying
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| I never had
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| the chance to prove
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| just to lose
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| And so the race is run
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| a new life has begun
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| I stay on the road
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| a loser in rags
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| give me a fag
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| Some of my old friends warned me
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| they said you’ll never break the chain
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| that keeps us all apart from
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| the other society
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| Mine is the road to nowhere
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| no sign, no light to guide me
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| who could describe my anger
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| when I was sacked last Friday? |