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1984 - the song
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1984 by Deacon Martin, Country music from Bristol, UK
1984
I have friends, work under ground, Came out on strike to save their towns
Though they were kicked by a vengeful state, Harassed by media engendering hate
They persevered at tremendous cost, Went down fighting and finally lost
Now there's strife, recrimination, Blacklegs call for separation
It's all so sad, it breaks my heart, the way these things tear us apart
Despite our best endeavours things seem to stay the same
The bosses keep the power and the workers get the blame.
I go out to the airforce base, I try to save the human race
I stand around, looking like a fool, See the ones I love being ridiculed
They sit right down and block the gate, Remain calm, don't hesitate
They're dragged away by head and hair, Abused and thrown into cells somewhere
It's all so sad, it breaks my heart, the way these things tear us apart
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Despite our best endeavours things seem to stay the same
The hawks keep all the power and the doves get all the blame.
I proselytise day in day out, I carry the message, I fight the doubt
I knock on doors, I pound the streets, I'm always there when my branch meets
We waste time, we waste our breath, Our time together does not connect
We don't consider the things we say, Our meetings end in disarray.
It's all so sad, it breaks my heart, the way these things tear us apart
Despite our best endeavours things seem to stay the same
The right keeps all the power and the left gets all the blame.
It's all so sad, it breaks my heart, the way these things tear us apart
Tear us apart, tear us apart, tear us apart…..
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