"Work Hard" lyrics
"Work Hard"
You've got to work hard, you've got to work hard
If you want anything at all
You've got to work hard, you've got to work hard
If you want anything at all
Nothing comes easy
But that's a fact
Nothing comes easy
But a broken back
You've got to work hard, you've got to work hard
You've got to work hard, you've got to work hard
You've got to work hard, you've got to work hard
You've got to work hard, you've got to work hard
(You've got to work hard, you've got to work hard)
(If you want anything at all)
(You've got to work hard, you've got to work hard)
(If you want anything at all)
Nothing comes easy
It never will
Nothing comes easy
But a broken will
You've got to work hard, you've got to work hard
You've got to work hard, you've got to work hard
You've got to work hard, you've got to work hard
You've got to work hard, you've got to work hard
(You've got to work hard, you've got to work hard)
(If you want anything at all)
(You've got to work hard, you've got to work hard)
(If you want anything at all)
(You've got to work hard)
(You've got to work hard)
(You've got to work hard)
So work hard!
(You've got to work hard)
(You've got to work hard)
(You've got to work hard)
So work hard!
(You've got to work hard)
(You've got to work hard)
(You've got to work hard)
So work hard!
Writer(s): Martin Gore, Alan Wilder
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- Depeche Mode Lyrics
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