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Build a bridge or maybe two |
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Together held with footsteps she outgrew |
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But now she sits alone |
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Everyone's long gone |
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She dances in a photograph |
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When it was good to joke and have a laugh |
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But that was yesterday |
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If only today |
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Now these walls are crawling faces that still breathe |
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But before she nods her head what's left but sleep |
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She hears a chorus of factory girls |
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Singin' in the streets |
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Drinkin' their coca-colas |
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After washing your filthy sheets |
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Chasin' down the avenue |
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After a childhood that she never knew |
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Choking on woodbine |
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Cigarettes just kill the time |
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Now these walls are crawling faces that still breathe |
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But before she nods her head what's left but sleep |
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She hears a chorus of factory girls |
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Singin' in and all |
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Empty are their pockets |
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But their voices are filled with song |
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Come day go day |
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Wish in my heart it was |
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SundayDrinking buttermilk all the week |
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And whiskey on a |
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SundayCome day go day |
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Wish in my heart it was |
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SundayDrinking buttermilk all the week |
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And whiskey on a |
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SundayNow these walls are crawling faces that still breathe |
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But before she nods her head what's left but sleep |
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She hears a chorus of factory girls |
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Singin' in the streets |
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Drinkin' their coca-colas |
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After washing your filthy sheets |
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She hears a chorus of factory girls |
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Singin' in and all |
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Empty are their pockets |
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But their voices are filled with song |
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Slayed Richard and his court of kings |
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He stole my heart and many other things |
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But me I took his crown |
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Wish he was here to steal it now |
