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Close the coalhouse door, lad |
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There's blood inside |
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Blood from broken hands and feet |
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Blood that's dried of pitblack meat |
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Blood from hearts that know no beat |
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Close the coalhouse door, lad |
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There's blood inside |
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Close the coalhouse door, lad |
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There's bones inside |
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Mangled, splintered piles of bones |
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Buried 'neath a mile of stones |
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Not a soul to hear the groans |
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Close the coalhouse door, lad |
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There's bones inside |
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Close the coalhouse door, lad |
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There's bairns inside |
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Bairns that had no time to hide |
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Bairns who saw the blackness slide |
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Bairns beneath the mountainside |
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Close the coalhouse door, lad |
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There's bairns inside |
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Close the coalhouse door, lad |
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And stay outside |
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Geordie's standing at the dole |
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And Mrs Jackson, like a fool |
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Complains about the price of coal |
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Close the coalhouse door, lad |
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There's blood inside |
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There's bones inside |
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There's bairns inside |
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So stay outside |