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Just a touch of industry,
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Monday morning,
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Put on your collar and head straight out
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Everyone's waiting, don't be late...
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Uptown midday,
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Sound of the city on slow decay
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See the faces behind private eyes
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As you pencil in their lives
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In the humdrum,
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Can you hear the doldrum,
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Stepping outside the firing line
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There's a foreman standing on a bridge of iron
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And the men walk across it to go back to work
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In their monday morning shirts
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And they don't run
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And when the work's done.
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At nights, the streets are alive with
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Catwalk, West Side Story, flashback parade,
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In this quick fire, cry tough world
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Men with ambition
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Will,
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Be loved.
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Moving up to another rung
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Feel the heart of the city beating tight as a drum
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Playing 'Move on up' and the never stop
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A whole world living out 'Beat the Clock'
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And it's said and done
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'Look after number one'
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Ultimatum, deadline
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Wound up so tight
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'Til you can't unwind
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Worlds within worlds, some built out of nothing
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By those who left this world behind
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Driven on by fear or ambition
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Now,
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Waiting in line,
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Things will work out fine
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They just take a little time.
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Humdrum
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| Dream Academy |
