(Leo Sayer/Tom Snow/John Vastano)
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Five days outa seven
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Eight hours of every one
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I'm tryin' to buy a piece of heaven
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But I'll be gone before that heaven comes
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Work, work, work
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Who needs it
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It's all I ever seem to do
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I'm killin' myself for a livin'
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Livin' the working man's blues
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Minute to minute
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Day after day
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Wherever I go it's always the same
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I work a little longer
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And make up my pay
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But when the cheque comes along
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They've taken half of it away
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All this work, work, work, work
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Who needs it
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All, all I ever seem to do
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Y'know I'm killin' myself for a livin'
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I should be stayin' at home with you
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City to city
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All over the world
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Wherever I've been to
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That's all I ever heard
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You work a little longer
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To double up on that pay
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Then the tax man comes along
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They've taken half of it away
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Work, work, work
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Who needs it
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It's all I ever seem to do
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I'm killin', killin', killin' time for a livin'
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Livin' the working man's blues
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Yeah, work, work, work
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Oh, my
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That's all it is
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Killin' myself for a livin'
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Like drivin' a nail straight into my hand
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I've been working my life away
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That's right
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Working my life away
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I'm working my life
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All this work, work, work,
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Working my life away
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Working my life away
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You know sometimes I get home in the evenin'
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And lay in bed at night just dreamin'
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I had enough a whole pay cheque sittin' in my hand
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So we can split it between the two of us
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And buy that big mansion on the hill
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Where that rich guy lives
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Who says he pays me every week
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Oh, I don't want to work no more
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I can't stand it
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Work
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| Leo Sayer |
