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Billy sits alone and wonders what to do and where to go, |
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Billy grows tired every day and meaning seems to fade away, |
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Billy knows he's not alone, he knows he's not to blame. |
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Others fear through ignorance, |
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And Billy's cared to stay among the whispers barely spoken, |
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Billy feels contempt, indignant words from hypocrites, |
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To them it's God's revenge. |
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No-one to blame, there's only victims |
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No-one to blame, there's only victims |
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No-one to blame, there's only victims |
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No-one to blame, there's only victims |
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Billy worked with other men, to them was once a lad. |
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When they learned of Billy's story, went behind his back, |
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Spread around the factory floor, then Billy got the sack, |
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Friends have washed their hands of Billy, he feels so betrayed. |
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No-one to blame, there's only victims |
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No-one to blame, there's only victims |
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No-one to blame, there's only victims |
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No-one to blame, there's only victims |
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Billy's young and Billy's dying, fighting every day. |
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The few he trusts will give him strength, they will not walk away, |
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Love will never wash its hands, and never will betray, |
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Billy can't escape the truth, but he won't die alone. |
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No-one to blame, there's only victims. (To fade) |
