.Four 'clock on a cold, wet winter morning
Tires screech to a halt
Footsteps pound up the stairs
Tthe door flies off it's hinges and it's your turn
Don't pack much, you won't need it
Hurry up now you'll miss your train.
Work will make you free, work will make you free
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