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Over it

I'm playing the role of the happy girl but no one knows
Inside I'm alone but I will never let it show
I get every day
Too much work and not

at you
Respect in his eyes
He knows you'll work until you drop
'Cause there's a black rage eatin' away inside you
You'd walk through walls, son
Before

on descend
If it comes to an end
Sometime

Once in a way you go
I'll keep it up to let you go

I'll stop and work it out
To let her scream and shout
This time

the earth
His power is displayed in mighty works
And we proclaim him as the Lord and King
Worthy, worthy, worthy is the Lamb that was slain
Clothed in power

for something
True as the devil's eyes are blue
Work-a-days and underpaids still hold the keys

I see this place from my window
It glows on the corner

record repeating these vanities.
Over and over again.

You find your words and made them work for you,
and trust me, people will drink them in.
The absence

make it home in time

I know the 17th our anniversary,
But there's been an emergency at work you see.
Don't hang up the phone, I will make it home in

a part of our work
Will be a part of our future

Took your words for granted
What's your latest confession ?
I'm sure they'll hear about it
I Know it will

that the war is over
and no one needs a hero

you fought your wars
it was no game
with all your force
always the same

here all the work is done
and now

the summertime.
American life in the summertime, got me.

Ooooooooooh dadadada da da
Ooooooooooh dadadada da

Suzie got a rise, at work today.
She found

wanna get angry
Though it may be easier to walk away
I will choose to stay and love you

[Verse 2:]
Love is just so beautiful
But sometimes it takes work

to Graceland
After twenty caesars
He works it up to call her at home... at home... at home...

He says oh, my Lord
You look like the girl next door
Why do you

got nothing to do
don't wanna work
got nothing to do
or go to school
got nothing to do
just wanna sit
got nothing to do
don't give a shit
you wanna

like me,

we drive through the rain and snow,
through the orange barrels here we go,
will the work get done?
well, no one knows,
it remains a mystery,

I feel, I feel
Under the gun
And everything I say
Is always wrong

Sometimes being your friend
Is more work than it's worth
And do you think
Before

as long as it happened all
Added up the fears and the doubts I'd been living with
Songs of life, bugs and school and work and all that shit

And this, this

morning 'til the late late night
Non stop rock 'n bop and she'll never die

When I want money she can go to work
As a roadie for Adam Ant
And if he comes

still the same
As the children laugh & play out loud no ones there at home to work it out
All the names may have changed but the story's still the same

late from work

I met a girl who asked these things

She seemed to be

A whisper on the wind

The fragrance of memories past

Made me cry out loud

Leave the youth just as they are
For example, take our Nigel and Fiona
It's their anniversary
How's this for a plan ?

First, a shower after work

I don't want to lose you
Girl, can you wait? Can we talk about all our problems?
I know we can work things out if we try
So girl, don't go! I was

start to cry, hands held to the sky
In the night, the fires are burning bright
The ritual has begun, Satan's work is done

Six six six, the number

to this bender I'm on

Oh, I guess you didn't know
Yeah, this really ain't the way this works
I don't mind moving on slow
But it's going from good into

could take it back
But damn it don't work like that

'Cause I don't trust you and the way you lead me
To hotel bars or the middle of a backseat
In