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They came down from the north |
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To the plough they were forged |
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On the traces of a man who'd been before |
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Right up from the street |
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Came the ranks of unemployed |
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Then everything became the hungry years |
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They searched the hungry years (*) |
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For the triumphs by the fears |
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There's a chance they had to take |
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They were waiting for a break |
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They searched the hungry years |
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For the triumphs by the fears |
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Some make it to the stars |
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Playing rock and roll guitars |
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Playing rock and roll guitars |
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They read under the lights (**) |
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To the jews and to the whites |
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The systems gonna change and understand them |
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The business world is deep |
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For a percentage of the heat |
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There was magic in the eyes |
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They couldn't see the lies |
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They watched it slowly die (Repeat *) |
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Some take the fame |
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And some take the blame |
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Maybe they will and maybe they won't |
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Tonight... (Repeat **) (Repeat *) |
