Work, work work work, work work work
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It's all about work, work work work, work work work
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It's all about work, work work work, work work work
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It's all about work, work work work, work work work
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Hey, I never wanna be a millionaire
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But I could use a break
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You've had me pumpin' iron
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Workin' the mines from the night until the break of day
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Baby, shackles on my ankles
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Your ropes 'round my hands
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This ain't some kind of game
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Cause, you're too tired for that
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Why do I have to always pick up
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The pieces of your heart, yep (Hey!)
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Why do you always have to be
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So derogatory and tear me apart (Hey!)
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My friends all think we are in love
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Reading horoscopes like they were gospel
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We're living in the first world but you
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Can make a third worker out of me
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Slum Love
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Some kind of Slum Love
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Some kind of Slum Love
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Some kind of Slum Love
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(Whoa!)
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I never wanted a Utopia
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Or a rise and demise
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It's like I'm walking the wire
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You keep feeding the fire with
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Your doubts about fidelity
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You're a little bit older
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But that don't mean a thing
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We still bicker like children
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That make up and do it all again
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Why do I always have to be the
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Heroine or the Rescuer
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Why do I always fall for you when
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You're making breakfast or driving my car
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They promised us the world, they told us
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We'd find a love unconditional
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Maybe I should just count my lucky stars
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And be glad I have someone
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When I shout, you've learned to scream (Ah!)
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Toxic passion, then epiphany oh!
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Slum Love
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Some kind of Slum Love
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Some kind of Slum Love
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Some kind of Slum Love
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Slum Love
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| Kimbra |
