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Is this the price we pay for progress?
Taking one step forward for every six we take back
Does your dirty oil-stained money make you happy?
Do you just wan’t to be remembered?
Book your place in history

Reform, reform
Oh you’re taking apart what we made
With our hands and our hearts

Our hands and our heartsĀ are not just tools to ply your trade
They’re ours to live our lives with
And you’re taking them away
So feel free to wrap your hands around my neck
I feel free to do the same

Reform, reform
Oh you’re taking apart what we made
With our hands and our hearts

Mr. Beeching I put it to you
You’re driving a stake straight through
The heart of this green and pleasant land
Further to this is nothing we’d rather do
Than to run said stake into your chest

Reform, reform
Oh you’re taking apart what we made
with our hands and our hearts

iLiKETRAiNS – The Beeching Report

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