| He falls, hits the concrete like a sandbag
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| Stands up, but mistaken for a slav
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| They put him in the line beyond the tracks
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| She’s alone, being told she was a deadweight
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| Her folks have nod to offer to late
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| She ends up in the line beyond the tracks
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| And the tracks are no use
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| No trains around here for years and years
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| Now to shake 'em all loose
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| Lay them down on sideways coming back
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| Now the tracks are no use
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| Great --- has been --- years and years
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| Now to shake it all loose
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| Shake all of them monkeys off your back
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| That were the rules of the one way track
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| He’s alone, sparks flying out of his eyes
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| An apathy all around where he stands
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| He steps out of line and beyond the tracks
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| And she falls, she was pretty close the ground
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| Lights a cigarette and looks around
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| She steps out of line and beyond the tracks
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| And the tracks are no use
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| No trains around here for years and years
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| Now to shake 'em all loose
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| Lay them down on sideways coming back
|
| Now the tracks are no use
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| Great --- has been --- years and years
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| Now to shake it all loose
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| Shake all of them monkeys off your back
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| Just give your hand
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| Get your hand right out of the sand
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| Just give your hand, and stand up, stand up, stand up
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| Just give your hand
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| You’ve got the whole world in your hand
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| Just give your hand, and stand up, stand up, stand up
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| Now the tracks are no use
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| No trains around here for years and years
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| Now to shake 'em all loose
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| Lay them down on sideways coming back
|
| Now the tracks are no use
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| Great --- has been --- years and years
|
| Now to shake it all loose
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| Shake all of them monkeys off your back
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| That were the rules of the one way track |