| You can’t stand there with your hands in your pockets
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| Cos you’ll get nothing for free.
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| You gotta work hard to deserve your pride
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| For your dreams to come true.
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| Some days it’s hard to think positive
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| Everything feels upside-down.
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| But keep on working, never give up
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| You gotta keep up the faith.
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| You’ve gotta work hard for your dreams to come true,
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| Gotta keep the flame alive. |
| (x2)
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| You can’t sit there doing nothing at all
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| If you want your dream to come true.
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| It’s something that you gotta deserve
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| No one will give it to you.
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| There’s always people who refuses to work
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| And they got no pride at all.
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| They keep on cheating, keep on losing
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| I wish they all would fall.
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| You’ve gotta work hard for your dreams to come true,
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| Gotta keep the flame alive. |
| (x2)
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| («a song for those who rely on the charity of taxpayers, whether Jamie
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| Gorelick, Frank Raines, or street-level welfare-queens.»
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| See also /Combichrist:Shut_Up_And_Swallow) |