This place has changed for good
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Your economic theory said it would
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It's hard for us to understand
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We can't give up our jobs the way we should
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Our blood has stained the coal
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We tunneled deep inside the nation's soul
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We matter more than pounds and pence
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Your economic theory makes no sense
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One day in a nuclear age
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They may understand our rage
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They build machines that they can't control
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And bury the waste in a great big hole
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Power was to become cheap and clean
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Grimy faces were never seen
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But deadly for twelve thousand years is carbon fourteen
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We work the black seam together
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The seam lies underground
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Three million years of pressure packed it down
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We walk through ancient forest lands
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And light a thousand cities with our hands
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Your dark satanic mills
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Have made redundant all our mining skills
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You can't exchange a six inch band
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For all the poisoned streams in Cumberland
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One day in a nuclear age
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They may understand our rage
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They build machines that they can't control
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And bury the waste in a great big hole
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Power was to become cheap and clean
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Grimy faces were never seen
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But deadly for twelve thousand years is carbon fourteen
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We work the black seam together
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Our conscious lives run deep
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You cling onto your mountain while we sleep
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This way of life is part of me
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The is no price so only let me be
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And should the children weep
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The turning world will sing their souls to sleep
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When you have sunk without a trace
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The universe will suck me into place
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One day in a nuclear age
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They may understand our rage
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They build machines that they can't control
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And bury the waste in a great big hole
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Power was to become cheap and clean
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Grimy faces were never seen
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But deadly for twelve thousand years is carbon fourteen
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We work the black seam together
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We Work The Black Seam
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