| Word came like a hammer
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| Night fell down like a shroud
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| And it’s caught me drinking, trying to turn back the clock
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| Through this industrial ghost town
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| I’ve known graft and I’ve voted well
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| Trying to keep the Lowlands red
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| But all I gets control in foreign hands
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| Other colours instead
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| All I want is a roof over my head
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| All I want is a steady job
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| All I want to do is say I love you
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| With every penny I’ve got
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| And all I think about are Debbie and Jane
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| To give them some kind of chance in life
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| But the long road running out the strip mill gate
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| Has got me walking that line
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| We never stretched our dance hall dreams
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| We got it just about right
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| There’s little escape from a working town
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| And from a working life
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| I placed my future in the palm of your hand
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| One autumn Friday at the Church of All Saints
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| There’s no investment here in life or in love
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| And now it’s getting too late
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| All I want is a roof over my head
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| All I want is a steady job
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| All I want to do is say I love you
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| With every penny I’ve got
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| And all I think about are Debbie and Jane
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| To give them some kind of chance in life
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| But the long road running out the strip mill gate
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| Has got me walking that line
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| Has got me walking that line
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| Has got me walking that line |