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In my memory, I will always see |
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The town that I have loved so well |
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Where our school played ball by the gas yard wall |
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And they laughed through the smoke and the smell |
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Going home in the rain, running up the dark lane |
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Past the jail, and down behind the fountain |
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Those were happy days in so many, many ways |
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In the town I loved so well |
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In the early morning the shirt factory horn |
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Called women from Kragan, the moor, and the bog |
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While the men on the dole played a mother's role |
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Fed the children and then walked the dog |
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And when times got tough there was just about enough |
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And they saw it through without complaining |
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For deep inside was a burning pride |
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In the town I loved so well |
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There was music there in the derriere |
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Like a language that we all could understand |
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I remember the day that I earned my first pay |
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When I played in a small pick-up band |
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There I spent my youth, and to tell you the truth |
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I was sad to leave it all behind me |
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For I learned about life, and I found a wife |
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In the town I loved so well |
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But when I returned, how my eyes have burned |
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To see how a town could be brought to it's knees |
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By the armoured cars and the bombed-out bars |
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And the gas that hangs on to every breeze |
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Now the army's installed by that old gas yard wall |
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And the damned barbed wire gets higher and higher |
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With their tanks and their guns, oh my god, what have they done |
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To the town I loved so well |
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Now the music's gone but they carry on |
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For their spirits been bruised, never broken |
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They will not forget but their hearts are set |
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On tomorrow and peace once again |
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For what's done is done and what's won is won |
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And what's lost is lost and gone for ever |
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I can only pray for a bright, brand new day |
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In the town I love so well |
