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Been feeling this way For ten thousand years Pawned and put in papers Creating all I fear To keep Working, aching, trying Working, aching, trying Go on now, take it slow Take it fast if you know Take it anyway that you can get it Take it before you quit it Tell the world That you know someone Who's the man on the moon Tell the world That you're looking for something more It's always been easier on you To keep Working, aching, trying Working, aching, trying You say you want me to lead I say you're wrong, my friend Been working my fingers to the bone And I can't bleed no more To keep Working, aching, trying Working, aching, trying
