| Sometimes I think I’m going crazy
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| Staring at the same four walls
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| Waiting for the working day to end
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| Then I get home so wasted, worn out
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| I curse at you and tell you
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| How I’ve done the work of ten to fifteen men
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| How I’ve struggled for my money
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| Sweated blood to get us by, yeah
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| Well I’m tired of it honey
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| Think I’m gonna have to leave here for a while
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| All you hear are hard luck stories
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| And the ways I look at life
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| And the way I think the world treats me
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| And the way that I treat my wife
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| I never seem to look at you
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| And see that somewhere underneath
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| A pair of tired eyes are crying out
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| Well you know I work hard all day long
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| Let me kiss you once with meaning
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| Just to kill this nagging doubt
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| Well you don’t deny I do you proud
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| And you expect me to be tired
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| You say there’s no future in our lives
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| While I persist I’m putting out the fire
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| All you hear are hard luck stories
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| Just a few well chosen words
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| `Cause you’re still the woman of a working man
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| You’ve got the heart of a working girl |