Kids are spitting on the Town Hall steps & frightening old ladies.
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I dreamt that I was living back in the mid 1980s,
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People marching, people shouting, people wearing pastel leather.
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The future's ours for the taking now, if we just stick together.
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And I said
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"Hey, lay your burden down,
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Seems the last day of the miners' strike
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Was the Magna Carta in this part of town".
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Well my body sank below the ground, it became as black as night,
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Overhead the sound of horses' hooves, people fighting for their lives.
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Some joker in a headband was still getting chicks for free
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And Big Brother was still watching you, back in the days of '83.
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And I said
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"Hey, lay your burden down,
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Seems the last day of the miners' strike
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Was the Magna Carta in this part of town".
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Well by 1985 I was as cold a cold could be,
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But no-one was underground to dig me out and set me free.
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87 socialism gave way to socialising,
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So put your hands up in the air once more, the north is rising...
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And I said
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"Hey, lay your burden down,
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Seems the last day of the miners' strike
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Was the Magna Carta in this part of town"
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Sing Hallelujah, sing Hallelujah,
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Don't let them fool you again, sing Hallelujah.
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By now I'm sick & tired of just living in this hole,
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So I took the ancient tablets, blew off the dust,
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Swallowed them whole.
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Oh come on, let's get together,
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Oh come on, the past is gone,
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Well the very first Commandment:
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Come on, come on,
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Let's get it on, come on let's get it on.
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Get it on. Get it on.
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Hey, lay your burden down,
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Seems the last day of the miners' strike
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Was the Magna Carta in this part of town.
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Last Day of the Miners Strike
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