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I know that I was given everything I could take |
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From the moment I was livin' I was dyin' to make |
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Nothing out of something or real out of fake |
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It's hard days livin' in the world |
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Said the man on the corner with a sign in his hands |
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And the other in his pocket, a feverish grin |
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\"Could you spare me a dollar, whatever you can?\" |
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It's hard days livin' in the world |
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The mother in the market with her kids in a line |
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Getting poorer every second trying hard to survive |
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The water isn't running, the bills pile high |
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It's hard days livin' in the world |
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The paper treads of terror and an oil hike |
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The communistic pleasures of a union strike |
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The president shelters in his bed at night |
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It's hard days livin' in the world |
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The soldier in the desert with a shot to the heart |
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As his mother gets the letter saying he fought hard |
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It doesn't help the matter if he's honored or not |
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It's hard days livin' in the world |
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The choir sings a hymnal in staccato spurts |
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The family in the front row looking to hurt |
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And everyone's an angel for whatever it's worth |
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It's hard days livin' in the world |
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I know that I was given everything I could take |
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From the moment I was livin' I was dyin' to make |
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Nothing out of something or real out of fake |
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It's hard days livin' in the world |