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On and on |
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Born in a mining town in '58 |
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When black and white T.V. was up to date |
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And men were still around |
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Who fought for freedom, stood their ground and died |
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That I could be alive and see |
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The damage that we've managed since |
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In this sceptred Isle |
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Is nothing sacred, just the one square mile |
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Justice and liberty |
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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, 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 I see his morals |
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Buried in a mess of money troubles |
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Born in a mining town in '58 |
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When black and white T.V. was up to date |
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And men were still around |
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Who fought for freedom, stood their ground and died |
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Justice and liberty |
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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, we slept till dawn |
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On and on and on |
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Justice and liberty |
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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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Justice and liberty |
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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, we slept till dawn |
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When we awoke, it was... all the same |
