| Early in the morning
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| Rise to meet the sun
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| Work so hard to feed your wife
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| No time to show her love
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| And in the madness of the evening
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| With diamonds in your hand
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| Get home an hour early
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| Caught her with another man
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| It’s always something
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| Before the late night
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| Around the corner
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| There’s always something waiting for you
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| Can’t hold there hands back
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| Can’t make the sun rise
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| It’s always something
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| You know it’s always something
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| On your way back home again
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| A good Samaritan
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| You see a man stuck in the rain
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| Stranded with no friends
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| And from the goodness of your heart
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| You save him from the flood
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| A couple miles down the road
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| He’s covered in your blood
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| It’s always something
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| Before the late night
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| Around the corner
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| There’s always something waiting for you
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| Can’t hold there hands back
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| Can’t make the sun rise
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| It’s always something
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| You know it’s always something
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| Moving around
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| You never see it coming
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| Burned by the life
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| You thought that you were running
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| Blinded again and floating like a feather
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| Why can’t you see you can’t control the weather
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| Sometimes I catch myself looking in the mirror
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| With my eyeballs out
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| And I’m looking at the fear
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| In the bottom of the drain
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| I saw them growing like a plant
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| But it never works out the way I wrote it in my hands
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| It’s always something
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| Before the late night
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| Around the corner
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| There’s always something waiting for you
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| Can’t hold there hands back
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| Can’t make the sun rise
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| It’s always something
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| You know it’s always something
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| You know it’s always something
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| You know it’s always something |