Here I stand with my own kin
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At the end of everything
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Finally the dream has gone
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I've nothing left to hang upon
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I came here with all my friends
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Leaving behind the wait of years
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Leaving alone in a flood of tears
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Out on a prospect that never ends
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All the landscape was the mill
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Grim as the reaper with a heart like hell
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With a river of bodies
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Flowing with the bell
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We built it all with our own hands
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But who could know we built on sand
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But now it's barren all too soon
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There's no miracle in ruin
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We set the flame and it burned so blue
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With open eyes I watched it grow
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A sea of palms in an ocean of snow
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Hands with the courage to start anew
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Here was a home for the lost and scared
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Out of the yards and dry docks
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The call of the steel that would never stop
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There was a refuge for those who dared
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In a steeltown
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When the heat's on
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I went down
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And the heat turned on me
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Here I stand with my own kin
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At the end of everything
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Finally the dream has gone
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I've nothing left to hang upon
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In a steeltown
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When the heat's on
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I went down
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And the heat turned on me
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Steeltown
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Big Country |