Cliff Richard — Throw Down a Line

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Throw down a line, help a poor boy who’s drowning in the stormy sea  
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throw down a line, help a poor boy who’s hanging in a nowhere tree.                                         
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Have you got a place for me?  
 
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1.  Men are tied in chains of silence, I look on violence,   
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    up, down, left and right, is there no hope of light?  
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    The peaceful hand that once caressed me, hurts like the rest, 
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    because it’s turned to stone, talons of steel have grown. 
  
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2. See the moon it’s getting nearer, but no more clearer 
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   than the earth below, what do we really know?  
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   I feel the stab od pain returning, despair is burning  
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   in my heart again. Why don’t they see the end? Oh!   
 
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