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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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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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I've got the key to the highway. I am bound to go. I'm gonna roam this highway. Till my dying day When the moon peeks over the mountain. Honey, I'll be on my way. I'm gonna roam this highway
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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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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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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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Sail lightly on winds. Disappear on the breeze. Lie firmly on pins. Pull them out with ease Solid boned skeleton key. Opens the most intricate locks. Brother roll another for me. I am
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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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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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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
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Song Laid Back 'N Low Key - Alan Jackson. Laid back in Low Key, you and me on that white powered beach. Side by side with the sand and the sea, laid back in Low Key. Gentle roar of the wave on the
