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Work hard to make my bread. Play hard until I'm dead.
Better find the balance quick or the tips of the scales will be making me sick
Decide to sleep all day, won't cry when there's no pay
It's my choice to be lazy, won't be whining from me, I want no sympathy
No sympathy
Man's game
I want to play the game? I gotta pay the price
It's a man's game (play a man's game, pay a man's price)
I want to play that game? I want to roll the dice?
It's a man's game (play a man's game, pay a man's price)
I choose to party hard, I don't expect a get-well card
Better learn when it's time to quit, get my ass out of bed back in charge of my shit
I want to be the man? I better understand I earn everything I get
The choices I make have a consequence
A consequence
Man's game
I want to play the game? I gotta pay the price
It's a man's game (play a man's game, pay a man's price)
I want to play that game? I want to roll the dice?
It's a man's game (play a man's game, pay a man's price)
Work hard, play the same way everyday
The price I will pay with what is left of me
I can't say I didn't live today
I won't complain although it kills me
I want to play the game? I gotta pay the price
It's a man's game (pay a man's price)
I want to play that game? I want to roll the dice?
It's a man's game (pay a man's price)
I want to play the game? I gotta pay the price
It's a man's game (play a man's game, pay a man's price)
I want to play that game? I want to roll the dice?
It's a man's game (play a man's game, pay a man's price)
Work hard to make my bread. Play hard until I'm dead.
Better find the balance quick or the tips of the scales will be making me sick
Decide to sleep all day, won't cry when there's no pay
It's my choice to be lazy, won't be whining from me, I want no sympathy
No sympathy

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