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Pull a sentence from your lips
To keep them quiet
What they want to hear
Oh you're the night, the dirty night
That keeps us going
No-one left to fear
As the sun goes down on a broken town
And the fingers bleed in the factories
Come on out tonight, come and see the sight
Of the ones you love and the ones you love
And you
Keep with me, keep with me, keep with me, keep with me
Fingers in the Factory - Editors
Pull a sentence from your lips
To keep them quiet
What they want to hear
Oh you're the night, the dirty night
That keeps us going
No-one left to fear
As the sun goes down on a broken town
And the fingers bleed in the factories
Come on out tonight, come and see the sight
Of the ones you love and the ones you love
And you
Keep with me, keep with me, keep with me, keep with me
Fingers in the Factory - Editors
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