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Born in a mining town in '58. |
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When black and white |
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TV was up to date. |
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And men where still around. |
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Who fought for freedom. |
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Stood their ground and died. |
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That I could be alive and see the damage, that we've managed since. |
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In this septred isle. |
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Is nothing sacred. |
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Just a one square mile. [CHORUS:] |
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Justice and |
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Liberty. You can buy, but you don't get free. |
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In a world of steel and glass. |
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We bury our past. |
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On and On. |
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We slept till dawn. |
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When we awoke, we hardly spoke. |
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My grandfather taught me how to fight. |
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Old fashioned stuff like wrong and right. |
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But all around |
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I see his morals buried in a mess |
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Of money troubles, |
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Born in a mining town in '58. |
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When black and white |
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TV was up to date. |
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And men where still around. |
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Who fought for freedom, stood their ground and died. [CHORUS.] |
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On and On. |
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We slept till dawn. |
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When we awoke, it was, all the same. |
