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The tide goes out to leave behind
the battered driftwood none shall find she had played her part so well in sounds of love she does excel |
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I play guitar like you've never heard
just watch these fingers pick and every morning just for luck I rub them on my ...good luck charm |
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So what was it all for
all the death and the pain they built our shelters now they stand in the rain |
You who for the stars compete
while crushing those beneath your feet please don't forget the workhouse child |