| All the years I worked in this place
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| The friends I knew here, I loved every face
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| I loved the smoke, the heat and the noise
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| But the profits too small for the blacksuited boys
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| Oh, angel
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| It’s coming down stone by stone
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| It’s breaking up home by home
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| Take it away, take it away, take it
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| In this place I will lay my life down
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| In this place I will let you carry me
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| As I age so my learning grows
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| I still touch the vision, I still smell the rose
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| In this place
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| All the years I lived in this place
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| The people I knew here, I loved every face
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| I loved the parties, the funerals and fights
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| The supermarket needs the land, I have no rights
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| Oh, angel
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| It’s coming down stone by stone
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| It’s breaking up home by home
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| Take it away, take it away, take it
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| In this place I will lay my life down
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| In this place I will let you carry me
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| As I age so my learning grows
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| I still touch the vision, I still smell the rose
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| In this place
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| All the years I spent in this place
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| The children are raised here, I loved every face
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| I loved this country, the land of my birth
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| But how much am I wanted, how much am I worth
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| Oh, angel
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| It’s coming down stone by stone
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| It’s breaking up home by home
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| Take it away, take it away, take it
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| In this place I will lay my life down
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| In this place I will let you carry me
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| As I age so my learning grows
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| I still touch the vision, I still smell the rose
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| In this place where I lay my life down
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| In this place where I let you carry me
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| As I age so my learning grows
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| I still touch the vision, I still smell the rose
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| In this place |