'I've always been good with my hands Nimble of finger, sure of thumb I was fifteen years old when I came to work here It wasn't the life that I planned I've always been good with my hands It's a hard life behind these locked doors No minimum wage, no union card Just a handful of cash at the end of the week If I can work all the hours I can stand I've always been good with my hands Now I have turned fifty years old I've never been married, hardly been kissed If I had back the time that I've lost in this place I would learn all the laws of the land But I've always been good with my hands'
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