| The harder you work, the luckier you get
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| The more you get done, boy, the less you’ll regret
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| Write it down so you never forget
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| The harder you work, the luckier you get
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| The harder you work, the luckier you get
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| When I turned thirteen, my old man sat me down
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| He said, «Boy, there’s only two ways out of this town
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| A Greyhound bus that’s boot camp-bound
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| Or put your nose is a book and keep your ear to the ground»
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| «the harder you work, the luckier you get
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| The more you get done, boy, the less you’ll regret
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| Write it down so you never forget
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| The harder you work, the luckier you get»
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| So I set off to college, but it weren’t for me
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| So I bought a guitar and started playin' for free
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| Wrote a couple hundred bad ones 'til I had two or three
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| That I thought were good enough folks might pay me to sing
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| The harder you work, the luckier you get
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| The more you get done, boy, the less you’ll regret
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| Write it down so you never forget
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| The harder you work, the luckier you get
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| The harder you work, the luckier you get
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| I’ve heard far less «Yes"s than I have «No"s
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| Seen far less highs than I have lows
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| I’d rather get to the top steady and slow
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| Than end up there too fast with nowhere to go
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| The harder you work, the luckier you get
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| The more you get done, boy, the less you’ll regret
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| Write it down so you never forget
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| The harder you work, the luckier you get
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| The harder you work, the luckier you get
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| The harder you work, the luckier you get
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| The more you get done, boy, the less you’ll regret
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| Write it down so you never forget
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| The harder you work, the luckier you get
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| The harder you work, the luckier you get |