There's only one way of life
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And that's your own your own your own
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My father when I was younger
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Took me up on to the hill
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That looks down on the city smog
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And above the factory spill
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He said now this is where I come
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When I wanted to be free
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but he never was in his lifetime
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But these words stuck with me hey
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And so I ran from all of this
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And I climbed that highest hill
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I looked down on to my life
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Above the factory spill
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I looked down onto my life
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As the family disgrace
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Then all my friends on the starting line
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Their wages off to chase
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Yes and all my friends and all their jobs
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All the bloody waste
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CHORUS
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Well well when I grew up,
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learned to love and laugh
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Circled A's on the underpass
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The noise we thought would never stop
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Died a death when the punks grew up
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And we choked on all our dreams
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We whispered all our fears
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Running through the heartless concrete streets
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Chasing our ideas Run
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And all the problems of the world
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Won't be solved by this guitar
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And they won't stop coming either
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By the life I've had so far
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And the bright lights of my home town
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Won't be getting any dimmer
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Though their calling has receded
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Like some old distant singer
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And they don't look so appealing
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To the eyes of this poor sinner
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CHORUS
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One Way
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| The Levellers |
