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Tears from the cold are rolling down my face, cycling north on south London roads is the journey I must make
There's not a star in the sky only me and the milkmen are awake
Getting soaked in the rain is how I start my day
Through the grease and the muck I must grit my teeth and keep my chin up

Getting further into town where there's traffic on the road
I hear a rumble from behind, a scaffold lorry with it's massive load
He comes thundering by I could reach him he's so close
The spray from the wheels gets me soaked

It's clear that you don't wish me luck the way you're getting so close to me
I think you're sick in the head cos you could easily make me dead
I see you are so dumb and this your way of having some fun
But it don't please me
So don't get any closer to me 

Cos I could slip up on something as I'm drowning in your wake (it's not the way)

I haven't even got to work where I must earn myself a wage
Proving all I'm worth 
I wish there was another way

Still I do it everyday, still I do it everyday 
I do it everyday (this is the way) 5

I'm not waiting for my luck to change I'm making work work for me
Less getting mugged off by the trucks on my morning commute so frequently
I'm moving straight ahead not being left for dead
Because my precious time is worth more when it's mine

Not getting caught up on something (this is the way)

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from First Minds, released October 18, 2023

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