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Art Brut - Summer Job |
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Double shifts and early starts |
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I spent the morning hiding in the carpark |
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Oh yeah, I'm so laissez-faire |
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Sometimes I'm not even there |
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If you want me sober and straight |
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I'm afraid I'm gonna be a little bit late |
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Get another job |
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Get another job |
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Just a summer job |
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Get another job |
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Get another job |
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Just a summer job |
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Fire me, give me the sack |
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Bare feet on warm tarmac |
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Fire me, give me the sack |
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Warm feet on bare tarmac |
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Every night and all weekend |
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Can't remember the last time I saw my friends |
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Don't think I can take much more of this |
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In the stockroom, I feel like an anthropologist |
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I know exactly what to do |
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There's just one cure for the summertime blues; |
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Get another job |
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Get another job |
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Just a summer job |
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Get another job |
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Get another job |
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Just a summer job |
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Fire me, give me the sack |
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Bare feet on warm tarmac |
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Fire me, give me the sack |
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Warm feet on bare tarmac |
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Get another job |
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Get another job |
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Just a summer job |
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Get another job |
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Get another job |
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Just a summer job |
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Fire me, give me the sack |
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Bare feet on warm tarmac |
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Fire me, give me the sack |
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Bare feet on warm tarmac |
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I'm just beginning to come alive |
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So hand me my P45 |