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Y.B. Normal? - Working Class Man lyrics
The working class man's got a gun in his hand. He's tired. He's thinking in ways; Like the soldiers in pain 'cross the border. It didn't seem too hard knowing someone would have come home. He can only wait here until he grows and then he's got to go. Decisions in haste. The working class man takes his freedom. Look through his eyes. The emptiness and hate form a highway. It didn't seem too hard knowing someone would have come home. He can only wait here until he grows and then he's got to go. |
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