| They came down from the north
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| To the plough they were forged
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| On the traces of a man who’d been before
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| Right up from the street
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| Came the ranks of unemployed
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| Then everything became the hungry years
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| They searched the hungry years (*)
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| For the triumphs by the fears
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| There’s a chance they had to take
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| They were waiting for a break
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| They searched the hungry years
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| For the triumphs by the fears
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| Some make it to the stars
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| Playing rock and roll guitars
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| Playing rock and roll guitars
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| They read under the lights (**)
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| To the jews and to the whites
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| The systems gonna change and understand them
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| The business world is deep
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| For a percentage of the heat
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| There was magic in the eyes
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| They couldn’t see the lies
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| They watched it slowly die
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| Some take the fame
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| And some take the blame
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| Maybe they will and maybe they won’t
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| Tonight… |