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Every morning I go scratch for the almighty buck |
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I dream the American dream |
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But it don't seem to change my luck |
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It gets downright depressing |
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It wears the sole down to the bone |
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I don't thank that I could make it |
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If I had to make it alone |
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Oh, be there for me baby |
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Come sunup or sundown |
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And when the winter wind's whistling at the window |
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Together we can hold out ground |
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The secret to survivin' |
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Is dividin' the burden by two |
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So, be there for me baby |
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And I'll be there for you |
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I know you expected more out of this life than bills and a broom |
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But that's all you're getting' from the man |
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You were betting had hung the moon |
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But love makes compensation |
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And it's enough to see us through |
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It's too bad we're not in the money |
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Oh, but we got me and you |
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Oh, be there for me baby |
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Come sunup or sundown |
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And when the winter wind's whistling at the window |
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Together we can hold out ground |
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The secret to survivin' |
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Is dividin' the burden by two |
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So, be there for me baby |
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And I'll be there for you |