| We moved from the land and empires were made.
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| Built with the power of the wheel and the late.
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| Chimney’s and factories grew from the earth.
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| We had pride in our work. |
| We were proud of our birth.
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| Now the factories are silent. |
| The gates locked and barred.
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| Machines gather dust where once they were heard.
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| The clock on the wall is taking its time.
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| It doesn’t know there’s a mountain to climb.
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| Used to drink on a Friday take the kids to the zoo.
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| Now money’s too tight, hands turning blue.
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| Got on my bike and formed an orderly queue.
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| Doint my best, but here’s nothing to do.
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| Windows are smashed, but nobody cares.
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| Roof is a sieve their doing deals on the stairs.
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| Trolleys from stores and burnt our cars.
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| Cracks in the pavement and junk in the yard.
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| Family’s split they’re broken in two.
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| I’m loosing the light, loosing the view.
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| Theirs a break in the rhythm a pain in my heart.
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| I thought I knew the best place to start. |