| All night and day, just chippin' away
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| It’s all in a day’s work
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| Tryin' hard to defend
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| The time that I spend alone
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| The crown that you lose, exploiting the blues
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| Won’t get the job done
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| As hard as it bites
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| I’m keepin' my sights on you
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| What’cha gonna do for me?
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| What’cha gonna do for me?
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| What’cha gonna do for me?
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| When the chips are down, in the cool of the night
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| When nothing seems right
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| The feeling can take you
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| Strange as it seems
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| You make your own dreams come true
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| If you try to conceal
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| The way that you feel
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| You’re asking for trouble
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| Just as sure as I cry, I’m keeping my eye on you
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| What’cha gonna do for me?
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| What’cha gonna do for me?
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| What’cha gonna do for me?
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| When the chips are down, in the cool of the night
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| What’cha gonna do for me?
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| What’cha gonna do for me?
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| What’cha gonna do for me?
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| When the chips are down, in the cool of the night
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| You don’t have to tell me
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| I’m to blame for this
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| 'Cause what you hold against me
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| Is what I miss |