| Sixteen and at the seam
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| Well there were headlamps, canary dreams
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| I was apprenticed to a charcoal art
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| As I waited for my life to start
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| And they said black blood flowed through my veins
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| Yet in the pit all I knew was pain
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| Those blasted chambers were choking me
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| And only Gloria could set me free
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| But then a woman I chanced to meet
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| And I felt the coal move beneath my feet
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| And in the mirror I did stare
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| At Gloria with the short brown hair
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| She said «What's to come is way past overdue»
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| And it’s then I knew what I was born to do
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| And as she moved through the county fair
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| Not a man in sight could help but stare
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| So she left them there
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| Watching and waiting
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| For the sound of a woman’s voice
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| With a look in her eye gave them no choice
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| So she left them there
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| Watching and waiting for the sound
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| I leave behind a miner’s life
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| I’ll say no prayers I’ll take no wife
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| I’ll busk my way down to Camden town
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| For it’s there a queen can find her crown
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| And then one evening she comes around
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| We tear our way o’er right through the town
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| And through the sherry wine and smoky haze
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| Oh Gloria shows me a woman’s ways
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| So I dress myself as best as I can
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| And ne’er forget that I was born a man
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| And as she moved through the county fair
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| Not a man in sight could help but stare
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| So she left them there
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| Watching and waiting
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| For the sound of a woman’s voice
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| But the look in her eye gave them no choice
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| So she left them there
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| Watching and waiting for the sound
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| Find myself in Soho bars
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| In a world of ashtrays and old guitars
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| And there were those who say that it trangressed
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| And there were those who saw behind the dress
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| Now I clad myself in finery
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| I sing my song o' for all to see
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| And all the people how they did stare
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| At Gloria with the short brown hair
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| So I dressed myself as best as I can
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| And ne’er forget that I was born a man
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| And as she moved through the county fair
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| Not a man in sight could help but stare
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| So she left them there
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| Watching and waiting
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| For the sound of a woman’s voice
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| But the look in her eye gave them no choice
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| So she left them there
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| Watching and waiting for the sound
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| And as she moved through the county fair
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| Not a man in sight could help but stare
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| So she left them there
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| Watching and waiting
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| For the sound of a woman’s voice
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| But the look in her eyes gave them no choice
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| So she left them there
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| Watching and waiting for the sound |