Oh how I'd love it girl, just you and me
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Take the day and fly
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But oh this job, it's got the best of me
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Tell you why, tell you why
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Somebody above is in a desperate state
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Some kind of urgency, the kind that won't wait
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I say tomorrow, he say today
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And the man in my head well he tell me no way
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Keep working
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I got eight little fingers and only two thumbs
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Will you leave me in peace while I get the work done
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Can't you see I'm working
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Oh, oh I'm working on it
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Oh, oh I'm working on it
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Well they're coming from above me
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And they're coming from below
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Yea they're in there right behind me
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Everywhere that I go
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And my buddy, he's screaming down the telephone line
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He say gimme, gimme, gimme
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I say I ain't got the time
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Oh, oh can't you see I'm working on it
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Oh, oh I'm working on it
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Yea, yea, oh tell 'em
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How I'd love it girl, just you and me
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Take the day and fly
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But oh, this job it's got the best of me
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Tell you why
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Well they're coming from above me
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And they're coming from below
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Yea they're in there right behind me
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Everywhere that I go
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My buddy, he's screaming down the telephone line
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He say gimme, gimme, gimme
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I say I ain't got the time
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Oh, oh can't you see I'm working on it
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Oh, oh I'm working on it
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Oh, oh I'm working
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Oh, oh can't you see I'm working on it
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Working On It
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Chris Rea |