The wind blows the ash to the furnace
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The steel men are sitting at home
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And the video game
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Can't replace the flame
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That once burned all day on the coal
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The wind blows along in the gutter
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In a rush to get out of the town
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Where the row of shops is sold up in lots
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Developers bought the whole town
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And in the place is a pile of bricks
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Where children play with sticks and stones
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What have they done
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What have they done
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What have they done
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What have they done
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The sunshine is bright on the ranada
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Where I once saw the film ??if??
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Now they all stand in line
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For it's bingo tonight
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No more films with Malcom Bo??d???
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The cranes on the dock are redundant
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Standing so tall in the sky
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Shuffling trolleys and docks
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In around in the mud
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The dockman has a tear is his eye
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And in his hand is a pint of beer
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No more dock sheds are here to run
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What have they done
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What Have They Done (Squeeze)
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Roger Waters |