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Call it new technology |
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And they use it to burn |
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And they show no concern |
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Work for their prosperity |
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While the big wheels turn |
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Now it's too late to learn |
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Don't upset the teacher |
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Though we know he lied to you |
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Don't upset the preacher |
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Gonna close his eyes for you |
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And it's a shame |
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That you're so afraid |
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Just a worker waiting |
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In the pouring rain |
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Putting back the pieces |
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Of a broken dream |
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Father worked in industry |
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Now the work has moved on |
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And the factories gone |
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See them sell your history |
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Where once you were strong |
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And you used to belong |
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There was once a future |
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For a working man |
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There was once a lifetime |
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For a skilful hand |
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Yesterday |
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Don't upset the teacher |
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Though we know he lied to you |
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Don't upset the preacher |
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Gonna close his eyes for you |
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Tempers fray so easily |
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In desperate despair |
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Is there anyone that cares |
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Just another tragedy |
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Just a personal affair |
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In a room somewhere |
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There was once a future |
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For a working man |
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There was once a lifetime |
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For a skilful hand |
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Yesterday |