| It was a coal town
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| He spent his whole life in a hole in the ground
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| Smashing pieces of earth
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| He never really saw the sky
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| It was a hard life
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| But little black rocks make the televisions work
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| And put food on the table
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| Until the unions cast him aside
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| Now there’s a hundred challenging things a boy can do
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| When you’ve waved goodbye and held more tears in
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| Than anyone ever should
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| And all my sorrows pale to insignificance
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| That’s why I love you
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| She was in a strange land
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| She taught herself to read from doing crosswords
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| And hiding her accent
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| She cast her dreams aside
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| She had a spark in her eye
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| She never saw her son on his wedding day
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| Or our cherry blossoms, falling down from the sky
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| Now there’s a hundred challening things a boy can do
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| When you’ve waved goodbye and held more tears in
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| Than anyone ever should
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| And all my sorrows pale to insignificance
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| That’s why I love you
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| No coal mines
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| No not a trace
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| Now shopping malls take their place
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| No picket lines
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| The sacrifice
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| Dreams overrun
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| Hopes for a future for her son, in Ollerton
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| Now there’s a hundred challenging things a boy can do
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| When you’ve waved goodbye and held more tears in
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| Than anyone ever should
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| And all my sorrows pale to insignificance
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| That’s why she loves you
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| A hundred challenging things a boy can do
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| Wave goodbye
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| Wave goodbye
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| A hundred challenging
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| Say goodbye to you |