Around the strangers moved, the shouts I felt within
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New panoramas seen (I loved it as it was).
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Forests of pylons built, the scaffolding is raised
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And how the men pursue their worrk
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They act convinced of freedom.
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Crossed over by the bridge
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The brook was running ill.
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We recognised the place - places we knew as children
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We wept upon the sight, and progress tore our hearts
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Fences divide the land, homes boxed like rabbit hutches.
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Goodbye to the village
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Goodbye to the village
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Where soil will not provide, no king and land are one
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Monopolise the holy ground, all that we hold as sacred
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No harvest moon shall rise, no valley homestead seen
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And now the cities never end, and how the cities stretch forever
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And in the morning promise me great times will come again
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And the homelands in our hearts will never fade away
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Let the legends promise me the earth shall rise again
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And homelands in the hearts of men shall never fade away.
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Goodbye to the village
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Goodbye to the village
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Goodbye to the village
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Goodbye to the village
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I'll never never see my home
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I'll never never see my home
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You'll never never see your home
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You'll never never see your home
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Goodbye to the Village
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| Killing Joke |
