Here's a cry for every lie you tried but didn't know I saw
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And a sigh for every poor man,and woman and child that you ignore
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Here's some wounded sailors from fighting your war overseas
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Good God almighty Its pulling me down on my knees
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But if you don't know where you hurt
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Where you wound and you bite and you burn
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Then you don't understand
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Now I'm the man who crumbled five years into your plan
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And I'm dreaming of days when my hands and face were oily and blackened
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Finnieston's howling ghost ships are all I can see
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But now I shiver and shift and I'm worried
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So I drift -'cause I know that I'm beaten
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But if you think we don't know that you know
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Each time we tumble under your blows
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Then you don't understand
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Its goodbye tonight ,I'm catching the ten o'clock train
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Its leaving central station and pulling out of this wind and this terminal rain
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So its bye bye, Glasgow
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Bye bye baby goodbye
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Ooh be lah , we na na
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There's only so long you can try
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You Don't Understand (Unreleased)
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| Deacon Blue and Ricky Ross |
