hes a working man with a solid steady hand and a mind to fight their lies a mind to fight their lies but if hes winning or losing hell never quite decide hes stubborn and hes foolish a little bit like my father hes part of the union but mostly he dont bother to put up a fight though he knows whats right chorus every days the same the sun comes up and it fades away darlin i think its time for a change im tired of all this anger broken dishes and alarm clocks but my heart is breaking breaking with the thought of losing you to a world thats so untrue try to tell myself its over forget it and move on but each crack in the sidewalk and stone in the wall reminds me of that tired workers song and it was our song chorus they say the dreams of a man must be hard to hide but we do it so well every day from nine to five its in the colors of the canyon the greenest grass and the bluest sky we were not meant for this not meant to live this lie still we try chorus 
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