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All night and all day, just chippin' away |
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It's all in a day's work; |
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Tryin' hard to defend |
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The time that I spend alone |
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The ground that you lose exploiting |
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The blues |
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Won't get the job done; |
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Still, as deep as it bites, |
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I'm keepin' my sights on you |
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Whatcha gonna for me |
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What are you gonna do for me |
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Whatcha gonna do for me, when |
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The chips are down |
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In the cool of the night, when |
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Nothing seems right |
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The feeling can take you; |
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Strange as it seems, |
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You make your own dreams |
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Come true |
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If you try to conceal the way |
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That you feel |
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You're askin' for trouble; |
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Just as sure as you'll cry, |
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I'm keepin' my eye on you |
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You don't have to tell me I'm |
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To blame for this |
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The thing you hold against me, |
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Is the thing that I miss |