| Over dale and over hills
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| I’ll take you through the cotton mills
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| To the ginnels where we played
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| And where are friendships all were made
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| Still they came and tore them down
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| And now we live in Anytown
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| They came and tore it down
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| And now this place could be Anytown
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| Can’t forget and won’t forgive
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| The places we’ve been forced to live
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| Sticks and stones may break my bones
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| But rather that than live alone
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| For they came and tore it down
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| And now we live in Anytown
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| They came and tore it down
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| And now this place could be Anytown
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| Rags to riches, that’s a lie
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| For some things money just can’t buy
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| Thicker than water blood may be
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| And comfort still brings misery
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| For they came and tore it down
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| And now we live in Anytown
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| They came and tore it down
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| And now this place could be Anytown
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| They took the heart when they ripped it down
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| And in its place sent Anytown
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| Summer in the driving rain
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| I can hear the Oldham train |