| Jack handed Rita his paycheck
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| With his apologies
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| He said they’re cutting back at work
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| They had to let me go
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| And Jack expected tears
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| He expected worse
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| But he didn’t expect these words
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| As Rita pulled him close
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| And she said to him. |
| don’t worry about it baby
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| Let me tell you something
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| At the end of the day
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| Is really where it all begins
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| With who you love
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| Who loves you
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| And who’s your friends
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| 'Cause God don’t care where you live
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| Who you are, what you drive or how much you make
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| All that really counts is how you sleep
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| At the end of the day
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| Now Betty handed Bob the keys
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| To their million-dollar home
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| She said, Bob this might be living
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| But it sure ain’t love
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| I thought I had to have all this
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| I thought it made me «Me»
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| Ah, but now I think that it’s just
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| Twenty cold rooms full of stuff
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| And she said, let me tell you something else, Bob
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| At the end of the day
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| Is really where it all begins
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| With who you love
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| Who loves you
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| And who’s your friends
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| 'Cause God don’t care where you live
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| Who you are, what you drive or how much you make
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| All that really counts is how you sleep
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| At the end of the day
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| Now when my grandpa died
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| He didn’t have a dime
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| But he was rich, they say
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| And when it came time to see him off
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| The whole damn county came
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| And I remember he used to say it all the time
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| At the end of the day
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| Is really where it all begins
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| With who you love, who loves you
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| And who’s your friends
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| 'Cause God don’t care where you live
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| Who you are, what you drive or how much you make
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| All that really counts is how you sleep
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| At the end of the day
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| At the end of the day |