| Plains and painted trees, the long south willow street
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| The raging river turning
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| Feelings never change and the names remain the same
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| As children go on learning
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| Like all the town she fights, she prays she’ll do it right
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| With nature’s sounds to guide her safely through the night
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| All of Manchester together to carry the weight that is life
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| That has changed overnight
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| Let the good lend their hands as the old teach the young
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| This is all of Manchester together to carry us on
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| The shades of red and white in the blinking of an eye
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| The blue’s not far behind
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| Free to live for the price of a cold November night
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| A chill that never dies
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| Like all the town she fights, she prays she’ll do it right
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| With nature’s sounds to guide her safely through the night
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| All of Manchester together to carry the weight that is life
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| That has changed overnight
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| Let the good lend their hands as the old teach the young
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| This is all of Manchester together to carry us on
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| Now Father Roger speaks
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| He brings us to our knees, it’s beautiful
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| All of Manchester together to carry the weight that is life
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| That has changed overnight
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| Let the good lend their hands as the old teach the young
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| This is all of Manchester together to carry us on, to carry us on
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| So let the good lend their hands as the old teach the young
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| This is all of Manchester together to carry us on |