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There was a light blue as a welder's torch |
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It used to shine over the fields |
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And all the wise men strong men were drawn for miles |
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Followed a star to bethlehem steel |
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Our mother's father worked here in world war two |
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On the main floor operating the drill |
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And in his open palms little splinters remind him of |
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The booming days days of bethlehem steel |
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But the steeples on the hills they point |
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To a better life beyond this one |
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And that promise penetrates the clouds |
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And mighty walls of brick red cinnamon |
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Ah ah |
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Take a walk past lazarus moving n' storage |
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Behind the goodman's furniture store |
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See the smoke stacks rise on up to heaven's step |
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While on earth we're burnin' this miracle iron ore |
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But the steeples on the hills they point |
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To a better life beyond this one |
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And that promise penetrates the clouds |
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Even when they block the fiery sun |
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The sun |
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There was a light blue as a welder's torch |
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It used to shine over the fields |
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And all of the wise men strong men were drawn for miles |
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Followed a star to bethlehem steel |
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Bethlehem steel |
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Bethlehem steel |
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Bethlehem steel |
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Bethlehem steel |
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Yeah steel |
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Yeah steel |
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Bethlehem steel |
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Ah steel |
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Bethlehem steel |
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Bethlehem steel |
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Yeah steel |
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Steel |
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Yeah steel |
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[a scrap of a phrase - spoken] |
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Oh steel |
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Ah steel |
