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No tears were spent |
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The night they buried Sadie Clay |
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No silence swept |
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Across the factory floors |
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That old ill wind |
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Just sang its song |
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And then the world moved on |
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No saintly glow |
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Awaits the fate of Sadie Clay |
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They found her cold |
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A bottle by the bed |
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In younger years |
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A cheap embrace could |
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Set her heart apace |
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Two empty arms to grace |
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Why don't you dance |
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The kisses sworn to failure |
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Cross breaking waves |
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Into the great unsung |
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Until your days are done |
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Through lumbering limbs |
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She tried to pass a part in |
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And as they rose |
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Assembled in the hearse |
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A done for dream |
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Would meet the flight |
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And deck the threadbare night |
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With bones of blinding light |
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Why don't you dance |
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The kisses sworn to failure |
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Cross breaking waves |
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Into the great unsung |
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Until your days are done |
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Why don't you dance |
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The kisses sworn to failure |
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Cross breaking waves |
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Into the great unsung |
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Why don't you dance |
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The kisses sworn to failure |
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Cross breaking waves |
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Into the great unsung |
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Until your days are done |
