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They put us to work, the anvil-brigade The angels lost track when we started to fade Believing is seeing, you're seeming okay I've seen men lose their love at the end of our break Now now now! CHORUS More than a fighting chance I've got Seems like I'm losing out a lot Maybe the sun still knows my name I'll walk on my own two feet again I'm just a clean cut individual This ain't no second class residual And from the bottom I can feel you screaming You turn your face to the rain, I see you smiling again Maybe there'll be no more pain the day we all go insane They made us create, they made us run farther They made us believe there was no one to bother It feels like I'm old, it seems like I'm older She came in a box, I loved and I sold her CHORUS More than a fighting chance I've got Seems like I'm losing out a lot Maybe the sun still knows my name I'll walk on my own two feet again I'm just a clean cut individual This ain't no second class residual And from the bottom I can feel you screaming You turn your face to the rain, I see you smiling again Maybe there'll be no more pain the day we all go insane |