Skint in a material world
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I did a warehouse stint for southsea girl
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It was Hong Kong clothes for cash
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Everybody got treated worse than trash
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Punch the card in the company clock
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Load the trolleys and the company trucks
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And around and around the whole day through
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And you couldn't sit down when there was nothing to do
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Well they had beaten up people from every land
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Fools like me trying to be in bands
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A little French girl so good to me
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But I couldn't love her back so lonely
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A backpacker travelling through
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A lumberjack with the travelling blues
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We had worn out shoes and worn out cuffs
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And big ideas that were never big enough
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He said the man wants you go wash his car
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Hey you I'm talking to you
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I said me, not me uh uh
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No can do
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No can can do no can
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No can can do no can
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Now some were grown up unlike me
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And were dealing with reality
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I was spittin' sulkin' smokin' shirkin'
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While a lady from Jamaica was singing and working
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I had everyone but me to blame
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And every day was just the same
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Well nobody ever said it was a righteous world
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But if they did they never said it at southsea girl
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He said the man wants you go wash his car
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Hey you I'm talking to you
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I said me, not me uh uh
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No can do
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No can can do no can
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No can can do no can
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Well I've made my bed on peoples floors
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Opened up and closed some doors
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Dreamed that if my dreams came true
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Then I wouldn't do what I didn't want to
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Walking through the gates to the outside
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To dream some dreams that never died
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And I walked the streets of London town
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Looking for a place to put my head down
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No Can Do
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| Mark Knopfler |
