The steel mill closes down tonight
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As the dying embers fade
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And all the guys are too tired for tears
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Checking their final pay
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Those razored sabres of steel they made
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They never got to hold
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So many sold, millions
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Silence in the bar tonight
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And some aren't even here
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And red eyes gaze uncertainly
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Deep down into their beer
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And the Holy Ghost surrounds you with faith
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And peace of mind
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And love is all around you everywhere
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Stick it
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Stick it out
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We're sure if you try
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You'll get by
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Find a way
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Stick it
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Stick it out
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We're sure if you try
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You'll get by
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Find a way
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They tell you it's all over
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They don't need you anymore
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You hear him shout "bring the next one in"
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As you're walking out the door
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Decisions for so many dictated by so few
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A free man for the first time
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What are you gonna do now
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Stick it
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Stick it out
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We're sure if you try
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You'll get by
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Find a way
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Stick It
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Chris Rea |