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in memory of a minerwho dragged himself to workand worked himself to deathworking for someone elsewe follow each other around on shaky groundhis life had become to himworthless in many waysan expired product off the shelfworking for someone elsewe follow each other around on shaky groundthe nature of his workgave him a minstrel colortwenty hours a daylittle time he had for otherswe follow each other around on shaky groundnever got to see the worldhe got a funeral and this miner's songthere is no right or wrongnow it's down to the wirefacing six feet undercan only wonder and starehis name was a number
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