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Here we all are
Born into a struggle
To come so far
But end up returning to dust
Oxfam panache tips his hat
(Laces undone)
He has no truck with idle chat
(Work to be done)
The songs he learned from scratched LP's
Stops in mid-flow to sip his tea
He strums the chords with less than grace
(Songs we all know)
Each passing year etched on his face
(Sun, rain or snow)
The words he sings are not his own
They speak of things he'll never know
Born into a struggle
To come so far
But end up returning to dust
Oxfam panache tips his hat
(Laces undone)
He has no truck with idle chat
(Work to be done)
The songs he learned from scratched LP's
Stops in mid-flow to sip his tea
He strums the chords with less than grace
(Songs we all know)
Each passing year etched on his face
(Sun, rain or snow)
The words he sings are not his own
They speak of things he'll never know
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[01:15.193]Here we all are [01:16.447]Born into a struggle [01:17.780]To come so far [01:19.216]But end up returning to dust [01:47.585] [04:57.391]Oxfam panache tips his hat [05:03.686](Laces undone) [05:08.493]He has no truck with idle chat [05:14.815](Work to be done) [05:20.065]The songs he learned from scratched LP's [05:25.473]Stops in mid-flow to sip his tea [05:53.424]He strums the chords with less than grace [05:59.040](Songs we all know) [06:04.473]Each passing year etched on his face [06:10.482](Sun, rain or snow) [06:15.784]The words he sings are not his own [06:21.218]They speak of things he'll never know
