Well we realized so long long ago and I bet you
That we've seen it all, the lies won't get you
I've got 14 miles to go
I've got rhythm, common sense, I've got the soul
But I won't wanna come around our love
So why

If you are rich I'm gonna hang you on the wall and Imma find you
When I find you I'm gonna get your loving arms today

We fight to get
We fight to get our weary arms to bed
Real love something that I still hope
People making their own places to go
Now in 94 we're gonna lie some more
In 1994 were gonna die some more
Is it ever going to be the last show

It's going to be the last draw
Boss too proud to make the cars that we drive
Woman don't mind, I've got ample time
They don't wonder why that they do

You're mine

Lover won't go, oh the love won't go
Carry that heavy load
It's Work That We Do
Work that we do is work that we do
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