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Lyrics
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Hey, hey, hey, hey
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There'll be food on the table tonight
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Hey, hey, hey, hey
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There'll be pay in your pocket tonight
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My gut is wrenched out; it is crunched up and broken
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A life that is led is no more than a token
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Who'll strike the flint upon the stone and tell me why
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If I yell out at night there's a reply of bruised silence
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The screen is no comfort; I can't speak my sentence
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They blew the lights at heaven's gate and I don't know why
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But if I work all day on the blue sky mine
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There'll be food on the table tonight
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Still I walk up and down on the blue sky mine
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There'll be pay in your pocket tonight
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The candy store paupers lie to the share holders
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They're crossing their fingers they pay the truth makers
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The balance sheet is breaking up the sky
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So I'm caught at the junction still waiting for medicine
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The sweat of my brow keeps on feeding the engine
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Hope the crumbs in my pocket can keep me for another night
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And if the blue sky mining company won't come to my rescue
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If the sugar refining company won't save me
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Who's gonna save me?
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But if I work all day on the blue sky mine
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There'll be food on the table tonight
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And if I walk up and down on the blue sky mine
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There'll be pay in your pocket tonight
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And some have sailed from a distant shore
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And the company takes what the company wants
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And nothing's as precious, as a hole in the ground
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Who's gonna save me?
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I pray that sense and reason brings us in
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Who's gonna save me?
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We've got nothing to fear
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In the end the rain comes down
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In the end the rain comes down
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Washes clean, the streets of a blue sky town
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