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Well, I get up at seven, yeah
And I go to work at nine
I got no time for livin'
Yes, I'm workin' all the time
It seems to me
I could live my life
A lot better than I think I am
I guess that's why they call me
They call me the workin' man

 

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I get up around seven
Get outta bed around nine
And I don't worry about nothin' no
'Cause worryin's a waste of my, time
 
The show usually starts around seven
We go on stage at nine
Get on the bus at eleven
Sippin' a drink and feelin' fine
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My building has every convenience
It's gonna make life easy for me
It's gonna be easy to get things done
I will relax alone with my loved ones
 
Loved ones, loved ones visit the building
Take the highway, park and come up and see me
I'll be working, working but if you come visit
I'll put down what I'm doing, my friends are important
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Yeah, I'm sitting on this barstool, talking like a damn fool
Got the twelve o'clock news blues
And I've given up hope for the afternoon soaps
And a bottle of cold brew


Is it any wonder I'm not crazy?
Is it any wonder I'm sane at all?

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The dark side's callin' now, nothin' is real
She'll never know just how I feel
From out of the shadows she walks like a dream
Make me feel crazy, make me feel so mean

 

Ain't nothin' gonna save you from the love that's blind
Slip to the dark side and cross that line
On the dark side, oh yeah

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You mean I've been dancin' on the floor darlin'
And I feel like I need some more
And I feel your body close to mine
And I move on love, it's about that time
Make me feel, mighty real
Make me feel, mighty real
You make me feel, mighty real
You make me feel, mighty real
Edited by Bill from NYC
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Then somewhere near Salinas, Lord, I let her slip away
She's lookin' for that home, and I hope she finds it
And I'd trade all my tomorrows for one single yesterday
To be holdin' Bobby's body close to mine

 

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I was smoking with the boys upstairs when I
Heard about the whole affair, I said oh no
William and Mary won't do
Well, I did not think the girl
Could be so cruel
And I'm never going back
To my old school

 

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No more pencils no more books
No more teacher's dirty looks yeah
Well we got no class
And we got no principals
And we got no innocence
We can't even think of a word that rhymes
School's out for summer
School's out forever
My school's been blown to pieces

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Well I don't care about history
Rock, rock, rock 'n roll high school
 
'Cause that's not where I wanna be
Rock, rock, rock 'n roll high school
 
I just wanna have some kicks
I just wanna get some chicks
Rock, rock, rock, rock, rock 'n roll high school
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It's a long way to the top
If you wanna rock 'n' roll
It's a long way to the top
If you wanna rock 'n' roll
If you think it's easy doin' one-night stands
Try playin' in a rock roll band
It's a long way to the top
If you wanna rock 'n' roll

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The long and winding road that leads to your door
Will never disappear
I've seen that road before it always leads me here
Leads me to your door

The wild and windy night that the rain washed away
Has left a pool of tears crying for the day
Why leave me standing here, let me know the way

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I've been swimmin' in a sea of anarchy
I've been living on coffee and nicotine
I've been wondering if all the things I've seen
Were ever real, were ever really happening (Really happening)

Everyday is a winding road
I get a little bit closer
Everyday is a faded sign
I get a little bit closer
Everyday is a winding road
I get a little bit closer
Everyday is a faded sign
I get a little bit closer to feeling fine

 

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And the men who hold high places
Must be the ones who start
To mold a new reality
Closer to the heart
Closer to the heart
 
The blacksmith and the artist
Reflect it in their art
They forge their creativity
Closer to the heart
Yes, closer to the heart
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