There's storm clouds amassing over in the west
Up above the moor
The city shines in grey,mills closing down
On the valley floor
All you can do here is survive
Oh,grit your teeth and just stay alive
And never understand.

The young ones they dance with fire
In their hearts till the years go by
Till older,defeated they stare in their beer
At closing time
No greater love could there ever be

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