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It's in the evening after dark when the
blackleg miner creeps to work
in his moleskin pants and his dirty shirt
there goes the blackleg miner
he grabs his duds and and down he goes to
hew the coal that lies below
there's not a woman in this whole town row
who'll look at the black leg miner
Dellaville is a terrible place, where they
rud wet clay in the blackleg's face
round the heaps they run a foot race
to catch the blackleg miner
and on his way to his filthy mine
across his oath they stretch a line
to cut the throat and break the spine
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(Ronnie Lane)
Well, well, hello and how are you?
Fancy seeing you here.
Don't let it show.
No look, no one must know
Why! They're playing "Tracks Of My Tears"
Just pretend its all over,
Like you have for so long.
I thought time was a healer,
But i guess I was wrong.
I am to blame
But we were so young.
Oh, how was I to know?
But you said you still want me,
You opened up an old wound
Then you left me here bleeding.
And my minds black and blue.
Now you got yours, and I got mine.
And theres no debts or dues
Oh,
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We wrote this song, it's not too short, it’s not too long
It's got back-up vocals in just the right places
It's got a few oohs and ahhs
(ohhhh... ahhhh)
And it takes a little pause
Just before the I sing the errand;
Please play this song on the radio
(Please play this song)
Almost every line is sung on time,
And almost every verse ends in a rim.
The only problem we had was writing enough words.
(ohhhh... ahhhh)
But that's okay, because the chorus is
Coming up again now
Please play this song on the radio,
Please play this
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Read about a trip in a magazine
And it was (?) strange
And I thought that I might take a train
You hit the liver, not the brain
Just tryin' to be myself
Better me than someone else
I don't beleive I've ever seen
Or felt just life a fiend
And if I ask and am in doubt
You know, sometimes I wish that I was dead
Just tryin' to be myself
Better me than someone else
Read about a trip in a magazine
And it was (?) strange
And I thought that I might take the train
I hit the liver, not the brain
Just tryin' to be myself
Better me than someone else
Ju
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