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fiogf49gjkf0d A LINE OF DANCERS
A line a dancers
Go sliding by
A cloud falls from
A bright blue sky
The sun sets
On this forgotten town
And the wind blows through factories
Long shut down
And it’s a cold wind
It’s a cold wind that blows
It’s a cold wind that blows
Right through this town
Empty men huddle
On broken pavement
While three piece suits
Shuttle from entertainment
The dancers pile
Against a red brick wall
And a carriage passes
Pushed by a tattered shawl
And it’s a cold wind
It’s a cold wind that blows
It’s a cold wind that blows
Right through this town
The night grows old
The men grow cold
And the carriage carries things
Long bought and sold
A line of dancers
Who’ve lost all means
Broken people
With broken dreams
And it’s a cold wind
It’s a cold wind that blows
It’s a cold wind that blows
Right through this town
Yes it’s a cold wind
It’s a cold wind that blows
It’s a cold wind that blows
Right through this town
Right through this town
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