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five days out of seveneight hours of every one
I'm tryin' to buy a piece of heavenbut I'll be gonebefore that heaven comeswork, work, workwho nees it?it's all I ever seem to do
I'm killin' myself for a livin'livin' the workin' man's bluesminute to minuteday after daywherever I go it's always the same
I work a little longerto make up my paybut when the cheque comes alongthey've taken half of it awayall 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 heardyou work a little longerto double up on that paywhen the taxman comes alongthey take half of it awaywork, work, workwho nees it?it's all I ever seem to do
I'm killin', killin' time for a livin'livin' the workin' man's bluesyeah, it's all work! work! work! work!that's all it iskillin' myself for a livin'like drivin' a nail straight into my hand
I've been workin' my life away
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