(John Farrar/Pat Farrar)
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Twelve hours a day ain't such a long time
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It's only a means to an end
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He thinks that his pay will buy her devotion
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But he's only payin' for her to pretend
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What more can he do but give her his heart
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Wrapped up in a love so sincere
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Lookin' around at all that they have
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It seems clear
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That it's never enough, never never enough
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Why is all that we have simply never enough?
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No it's never enough, never never enough
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It's so sad
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Is anything ever enough?
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She ran out of time for people who loved her
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Their love couldn't get her nowhere
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Isn't it sad she started collecting
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Friends who are strangers but she doesn't care
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Surrounding herself with phonies and fools
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Who tell her what she wants to hear
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Looking around at all that they have it seems clear
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That it's never enough, never never enough
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Why is all that we have simply never enough?
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No it's never enough, never never enough
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It's so sad
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Is anything ever enough?
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Why must we want so much more than we have?
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Will we never be satisfied?
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Just look around
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How can we feel so denied?
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But it's never enough, never never enough
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Why is all that we have simply never enough?
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No, it's never enough, never never enough
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It's so sad
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Is anything ever enough?
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Enough
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[Repeats]
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Never Enough
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| Olivia Newton-John |
