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\selectlanguage{english}
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\songcolumns{1}
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\beginsong{Working class hero}
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[by={John Lennon},cov={plastic-ono-band},album={Plastic ono band}]
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\cover
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\gtab{Am}{X02210}
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\gtab{G}{320003}
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\gtab{D}{XX0232}
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\begin{verse}
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\[Am]{As soon} as you're born they ma\[G]{ke you} feel sm\[Am]all
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\[Am]By giving you no time ins\[G]tead of it \[Am]all
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\[Am]Till the pain is so big you feel \[G]nothing at \[Am]all
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\end{verse}
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\begin{chorus}
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A wo\[Am]rking class h\[G]ero is so\[D]mething to \[Am]be \rep{2}
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\end{chorus}
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\begin{verse}
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They hurt you at home and they hit you at school
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They hate you if you're clever and they despise a fool
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Till you're so fucking crazy you can't follow their rules
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\end{verse}
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\begin{verse}
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When they've tortured and scared you for twenty odd years
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Then they expect you to pick a career
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When you can't really function you're so full of fear
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\end{verse}
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\begin{verse}
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Keep you doped with religion and sex and TV
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And you think you're so clever and classless and free
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But you're still fucking peasants as far as I can see
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\end{verse}
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\begin{verse}
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There's room at the top they are telling you still
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But first you must learn how to smile as you kill
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If you want to be like the folks on the hill
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\end{verse}
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\begin{verse*}
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If you want to be a hero well just follow me \rep{2}
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\end{verse*}
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\endsong
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