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five days out of seveneight hours of every oneI'm tryin' to buy a piece of heavenbut I'll be gonebefore that heaven comes
work, work, workwho nees it?it's all I ever seem to doI'm killin' myself for a livin'livin' the workin' man's blues
minute to minuteday after daywherever I go it's always the sameI work a little longerto make up my paybut when the cheque comes alongthey've taken half of it away
all the work, work, workwho nees it?all I ever seem to doyou know I'm killin' myself for a livin'I should be stayin' at home with youcity to cityall over the worldwherever I been to -- that's all I ever heard
you work a little longerto double up on that paywhen the taxman comes alongthey take half of it away
work, work, workwho nees it?it's all I ever seem to doI'm killin', killin' time for a livin'livin' the workin' man's blues
yeah, it's all work! work! work! work!that's all it iskillin' myself for a livin'like drivin' a nail straight into my handI've been workin' my life away
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