(Brooker)
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I keep rolling like a wagon wheel
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What keeps me going are these nerves of steel
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And two good hands to keep me clothed and fed
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A pair of feet to stagger to my bed
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A heart of gold and fists of iron
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A tongue of silver that's bought me time
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Well I'm a mineral man
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stuck here in the can
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till I oxidise
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Well I'm a guest of the State,
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I'll sit here and wait
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'cos I'm subsidised
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When I'm moving like a ton of lead
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There's nothing stops me on the road ahead
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My skin is bronzed from my head to my toes
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people looking everywhere I go
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A heart of gold and fists of iron
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a tongue of silver for to spin some line
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Well I'm a mineral man
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stuck here in the can
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till I oxidise
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Well I'm a guest of the State,
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I'll sit here and wait
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till I'm let outside
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Mineral Man
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Gary Brooker |