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There's fire on the city streets
Black sooty eyes that stare but never meet
There's a hierarchy and a constitution
There's a training day and there's a lot to learn

And it starts to get to you
It gets to a stage it shouldn't do
Mirror mirror, is it me you saw?
You see a little but nowhere near it all.

You're tired, you've been asleep
You're spinning lies, you're sweating from the heat
You got fired; let's start a union
Let's learn a trade, let's get those wheels to turn

Sometimes you wish you could drift apart from the things to which you're tied
It's cold outside with all these ghosts
Of hopes and dreams that want to ask you why they've died

Don't let it get you down cos it won't stop...

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