| Sun rises
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| Sun rises over me
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| Filters through the drapes at dawn
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| Daddy taught me
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| Daddy taught me to believe
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| I could be whatever I want
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| I think about him when the days get lonely
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| When I’m a stranger in my own backyard and
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| People tell me I’ll amount to nothing
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| They’re just snakes in the garden
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| I go to work
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| Every day to be worthy
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| The ground on which I stand
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| I go to work
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| Can’t nobody can hurt me
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| This hammer in my hand
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| I go to work
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| Some turn to the bottle
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| Some find peace in a church
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| Whatevr gets you through the night’s all right
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| But in the day I go to work
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| Sun stting
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| Sun setting in the evening
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| Dreaming of a day of rest
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| Ain’t complaining
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| I ain’t looking for a break
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| Just wish it wasn’t check to check
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| Sometimes I wonder what my life was meant for
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| Will I be grinding till the day I’m buried
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| I used to dream that I would climb great mountains
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| No time to worry
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| I go to work
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| Every day to be worthy
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| The ground on which I stand
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| I go to work
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| Can’t nobody can hurt me
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| This hammer in my hand
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| I go to work
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| Some turn to the bottle
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| Some find peace in the church
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| Whatever gets you through the night’s all right
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| But in the day I go to work
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| Run, run, get it all done
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| Don’t neglect your daughter or your baby son
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| A man’s worth, measured by his purse
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| Never let you rise above the goddamn dirt
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| I said run, run, get it all done
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| Don’t neglect your daughter or your baby son
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| I said a woman’s worth, measured by her purse
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| Never let you rise above the gods
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| I go to work
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| Every day to be worthy
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| Of the ground on which I stand
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| I go to work
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| Can’t nobody can hurt me
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| This hammer in my hand
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| I go to work
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| Some turn to the bottle
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| Some find peace in a church
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| Whatever gets you through the night’s all right
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| But in the day I go to work |