Plains and painted trees
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The long south willow street
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A raging river turning
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Feelings never change
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And the names remain the same
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As children go on learning
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Like all the town she fights
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She prays she'll do it right
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With nature's sounds to guide
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Her safely through the night
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All of Manchester together
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To carry on the weight that is life
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That has changed over night
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Let the good lend their hands
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As the old teach the young
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This is all of Manchester
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Together, to carry us on
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Shades of red and white
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In the blinking of an eye
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The blues not far behind
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Free to live for the price
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Of the cold November night
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A chill that never dies
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Like all the town she fights
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She prays she'll do it right
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With nature's sounds to guide
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Her safely through the night
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All of Manchester together
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To carry on the weight that is life
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That has changed over night
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Let the good lend their hands
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As the old teach the young
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This is all of Manchester
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Together, to carry us on
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Father Roger speaks,
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he brings us to our knees
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It's beautiful
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All of Manchester together
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To carry on the weight that is life
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That has changed over night
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Let the good lend their hands
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As the old teach the young
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This is all of Manchester
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Together, to carry us on
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To carry us on
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So let the good lend their hands
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As the old teach the young
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This is all of Manchester
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Together, to carry us on
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Manchester
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| Brendan James |
