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Here I stand with my own kin |
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At the end of everything |
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Finally the dream has gone |
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I've nothing left to hang upon |
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I came here with all my friends |
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Leaving behind the wait of years |
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Leaving alone in a flood of tears |
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Out on a prospect that never ends |
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All the landscape was the mill |
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Grim as the reaper with a heart like hell |
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With a river of bodies |
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Flowing with the bell |
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We built it all with our own hands |
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But who could know we built on sand |
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But now it's barren all too soon |
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There's no miracle in ruin |
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We set the flame and it burned so blue |
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With open eyes |
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I watched it grow |
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A sea of palms in an ocean of snow |
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Hands with the courage to start anew |
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Here was a home for the lost and scared |
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Out of the yards and dry docks |
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The call of the steel that would never stop |
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There was a refuge for those who dared |
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In a steeltown |
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When the heat's on |
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I went down |
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And the heat turned on me |
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Here I stand with my own kin |
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At the end of everything |
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Finally the dream has gone |
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I've nothing left to hang upon |
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In a steeltown |
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When the heat's on |
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I went down |
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And the heat turned on me |