| Well, I’m hiding my eyes from the morning sun
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| And I keep on working till the work is all done
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| But a voice in my head keeps ticking away
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| As the sweat’s hosed down from yet another day
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| Well, he works hard
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| And he lives hard
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| And he breaks his back without nothing to gain
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| While the boss man sits around and drinks champagne
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| All day
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| In life, there’s just one transition
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| All day
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| In life, there’s just one decision
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| Well, I’m peeling the blisters off a working hand
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| Is that what it takes to make you understand?
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| That it’s something you read, not something you meant
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| To be slaving away without a shred of integrity
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| He worked hard
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| Oh, and he lived hard
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| And he broke his back without nothing to say
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| While the man in control was just laughing away
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| All day
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| In life, there’s just one transition
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| All day
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| In life, there’s just one decision
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| In life, there’s just one transition
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| Was it something you read?
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| Was it something you meant?
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| Was it something you said?
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| Or was it Heaven sent?
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| All day
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| All day
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| You worked and you worked and you worked
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| In life there is just one transition
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| You worked and you worked and you worked
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| In life, there’s just one decision
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| You worked and you worked and you worked
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| In life there is just one transition
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| You worked and you worked and you worked
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| In life, there’s just one decision
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| You worked and you worked and you worked
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| In life there is just one transition
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| You worked and you worked and you worked
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| In life, there’s just one decision |