| All that I want is to make the most of this one
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| All of the others will be swallowed
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| Up in its wake, up in its wake
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| And I will bury, and I will bury
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| In a hole in my garden
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| I’ll put a stone to remind me
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| Of all that I’ve thrown
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| Of all that haunts me
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| I’ll try not to worry, I’ll try not to worry
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| 'Cause if anyone finds this
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| They won’t know what it meant to me
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| I’ve got what I need, but it’s not what I want
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| With these shifts that I work
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| It’s the best that I’ve got
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| I’ll see you again when we’re both off the clock
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| Or I’ll find another girl
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| Or I’ll find another job
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| I’ve got what I need, but it’s not what I want
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| With these shifts that I work
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| It’s the best that I’ve got
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| I’ll see you again when we’re both off the clock
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| Or I’ll find another girl
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| Or I’ll find another job
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| I’ve got what I need, but it’s not what I want
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| With these shifts that I work
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| It’s the best that I’ve got
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| I’ll see you again when we’re both off the clock
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| Or I’ll find another girl
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| Or I’ll find another job |