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Sanatçı: Public Service Broadcasting

albüm: Every Valley


The sun rose first on the dead and on the sleeping
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On the ruins of Victorian ironworks
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On the terraced roofs of the miners
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On the weekday pubs, and the Sunday chapels
And on the grimy, frowny hills
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Every little boy's ambition in my valley was to become a miner
There was the arrogant strut of the lords of the coal face
One could stand on street corners and look at the posh people pass with hostile eyes
Insulting were these cold looks, because they were the kings of the underworld

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