How could this happen
Chris Hance/Graham Scott
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I was standing in the shadows
When they lit the torch down south
And the flames and smell of money
Had them foamin' at the mouth
There were giants in the city stood two forty stories high
They were pluggin' in their laser pens
They were writin in the sky
And a man proclaimed a new age
And he sounded real profound
So I took down my walking boots
And I had a good look round
I saw empty factories in the west
Old shipyards in the east
And the same man called it progress
and we've got to feed the beast
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