| Kids are spitting on the Town Hall steps & frightening old ladies
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| I dreamt that I was living back in the mid 1980s
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| People marching, people shouting, people wearing pastel leather
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| The future’s ours for the taking now, if we just stick together
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| And I said
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| «Hey, lay your burden down
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| Seems the last day of the miners' strike
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| Was the Magna Carta in this part of town»
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| Well my body sank below the ground, it became as black as night
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| Overhead the sound of horses' hooves, people fighting for their lives
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| Some joker in a headband was still getting chicks for free
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| And Big Brother was still watching you, back in the days of '83
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| And I said
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| «Hey, lay your burden down
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| Seems the last day of the miners' strike
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| Was the Magna Carta in this part of town»
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| Well by 1985 I was as cold as cold could be
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| But no-one was underground to dig me out and set me free
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| 87 socialism gave way to socialising
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| So put your hands up in the air once more, the north is rising…
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| And I said
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| «Hey, lay your burden down
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| Seems the last day of the miners' strike
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| Was the Magna Carta in this part of town»
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| Sing Hallelujah, sing Hallelujah
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| Don’t let them fool you again, sing Hallelujah
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| By now I’m sick & tired of just living in this hole
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| So I took the ancient tablets, blew off the dust
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| Swallowed them whole
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| Oh come on, let’s get together
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| Oh come on, the past is gone
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| Well the very first Commandment:
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| Come on, come on
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| Let’s get it on, come on let’s get it on
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| Get it on. |
| Get it on
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| Hey, lay your burden down
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| Seems the last day of the miners' strike
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| Was the Magna Carta in this part of town |