Well we've all got a job to do, and we all hate God
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But we've all got a job to do--we're gonna do it together
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We are born of despair, and we long for what's fair
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We're gonna do what we can on the road to getting there
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On our way to getting there
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Cold in the bones, rot in the teeth
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Alone in the home, out in the street
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All that you've grown, choked in the weeds
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But older than stone--that's you and me
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We are born of despair, we are born of despair
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We are born of despair, but we're gonna do it together.
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Cold in the bones, rot in the teeth
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Alone in the home, out in the street
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All that you've grown, choked in the weeds
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But older than stone--that's you and me
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Cold in the bones, blood in the teeth
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Alone in the home, out in the street
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All that you've grown, choked in the weeds
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But older than stone--that's you and me
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We are born of despair, we are born of despair
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We are born of despair, but we're gonna do it together
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We're gonna do it together, oh!
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Woke Up Near Chelsea
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| Ted Leo & The Pharmacists |
