I know that I was given everything I could take
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From the moment I was living I was dying 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 with 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 the 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 lookin' to hurt
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And everyone’s an angel for whatever it’s worth |
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 living I was dying 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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It’s hard days livin' in the world
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It’s hard days livin' in the world |