| We walk every morning in silence
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| Past the mills on Whetley Lane
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| Where the lights went out for the very last time
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| And they never came on again
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| The spokesman all shred crocodiles tears
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| In the glory of the News at Ten
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| But the proudest eyes are long since dry
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| And they’re never going to cry again
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| Ch: Dear Friend, I salute your courage and I toast to your health
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| And I wish you all the luck in the whole wide world
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| May you never be broken like they say you will
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| Waking up sudden from a nightmare — you were walking the line in pain
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| With a shaven head to the slaughterhouse and you never came back again
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| But she took me in her arms and she held me
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| Close tight for a minute or two
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| And we laughed and smiled and closed our eyes
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| Slept again thinking of you
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| And the way that it is, the way that it really is
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| With the money talking and a scapegoat lover
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| With the painted face of a scolding mother
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| And I salute your courage and I toast to your health
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| And I wish you all the luck in the whole wide world
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| May you never be broken like they say you will be
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| Now lost in time, cut off from history
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| This is not knowledge, this is information |