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mean to be rude). Still got a thing for you. I gotta tell the truth (Oh-oh, ooh, oh). No more leadin' you on. That's wrong, so wrong. Chorus Tate McRae & Khalid, Khalid, Tate McRae. And when I'm working
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I was diggin' in the yard today. When a letter came from Southampton Way. Said, "Keep on working, keep on working" I must admit I was a bit in the red. But if you never have pleasure. Then you
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. We just can't all be bad. . I got something now to think about. I'll work all day but not to pay it out. Keep on working. Keep on working. Don't care if they say where a dying race. I'd rather
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I'm working on the building. It's a true foundation. I'm holding up the blood-stained. Banner for my lord. Well I never get tired, tired, tired of working on the building. I'm going up to heaven
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She's got the focus, she's got the time. She's got a deeper shade in mind. She's got headphones, got spring break. A swimsuit and Coppertone 8 'Cause she's working on a tan. She's sitting in the
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talk about you (Yeah, ayy). When the Hennessy's strong all I see is you, is you, is you, oh you, ooh. Yeah, ooh (Yeah, ayy). No, I haven't moved on, but trust me, I've tried (Yeah, ayy). If I give you a
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Out here the nights are long, the days are lonely. I think of you and I'm working on a dream. I'm working on a dream. Now the cards I've drawn's a rough hand, darling. I straighten the back and I'm
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We've taken all you've given. It's gettin' hard to make a livin'. Mr. President, have pity on the working man We ain't asking you to love us. You may place yourself high above us. Mr. President
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others arrive. My body still carries on. But I'm dying inside. . Working the midnight shift. While my friends are all out. They've all gone out dancing. They're out having fun. . Working that
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Working every single week in this city,. But daydreaming about better days and blackbirds. Time goes slowly somehow even backwards. This clock just goes so slowly,. I think it's busted I don't trust
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I get up on Monday and I work all day. I go 'til Friday when I get my pay. I'm a long, long way from the promised land. I'm just a working man It ain't so bad in this factory town. I drink with
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She's a working girl Come Monday morning. You see her waitin'. On the street for her ride. In an hour she'll be working. In a tower made of steel in the sky She's just a pawn in the struggle. In
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richer than Bill Gates. Gets me wetter than Superior Lake. Takes me on hundred-thousand-dollar dates. And I don't even have to give him cake. He just call me Baby he don't call me Tate. He whip up that
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on helium. I am my own experience I know what's coming, I'm not working. I know what's coming, I'm not working. I'm not working, I'm not working, I'm not working
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know much about my world. Got a wing and a prayer and a job on the line. And there ain't no time for a working girl Well, they say they represent me in the fashion magazines. Well, honey all I see is
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Song I Got This - Tate Stevens. Got grease on my hands, my name on my shirt. Twelve hour days, ain't afraid to work. Who-oh-oh-oh-oh, I got this. Got dirt on my boots, mud on my truck. Long chain in
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Here, you focus. So I can see your faces. The eyes are wrong. How will I know if it's working right? Light confuses. The tiny isles of bruises. The mangled lines. I see the signs of aging But
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I was shooting in the back of the car. When the windows smashed on the police cars. I was swimming through the streets of New York. With my cocaine dagger and throats to cut And it was making her
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No one to follow. Nobody to care. I'll leave tomorrow. From my dying bed. I need you to hear my call. Silent weep. Dying moan. Change me. And fill the end with life. To catch we when I fall
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Got my mojo working, but it just won't work on you. Got my mojo working, but it just won't work on you. I wanna love you so bad till I don't know what to do. . I'm going down to Louisiana to get
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. Why these strong hands are on the un-employment line. Now there's nothing left. But what's on my mind. oh ohh oh ohh. Who's gonna work for the working man. (Hurt) for the working man. (Work) Get your
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Its a working man l am. And Ive been down under ground. And I swear to God if l ever see the sun. Or for any length of time. I can hold it in my mind. I never again will go down under ground At
