Blood Sweat And Tears

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Some time ago in the city run solely on steam
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The power plant workers would rise and stick to routine
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Breakin' their backs 'til their work shirts were dirty and brown
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As year after year, they'd work for the good of the town



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As parts would get old, these men would make the repairs
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Changing out axles and belts with meticulous care
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Working their hands to the bone and slaving away
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They'd press on with diligence and as they strained you could hear them say,



Chorus:

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"With our blood, sweat, and tears
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And the grinding of gears
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We shall slave to keep our beautiful city alive!

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"Yes, with blood, sweat, and tears
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And the passing of years
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We'll expend ourselves so our fair people may thrive!"



One afternoon Frederick Worthington clocked into work
He went to his station not knowing the danger that lurked
He pulled on the lever to start up the massive machine
But deep in the workings was something he had not foreseen