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Sabadell (Catalan pronunciation: [səβəˈðeʎ]) is the second largest city in the comarca of the Vallès Occidental in Catalonia, Spain. It is in the south of the comarca, on the River Ripoll, 20 km north-west of Barcelona. Sabadell is located 190 metres above sea level and is the co-capital of the comarca.
Sabadell pioneered the Industrial Revolution in Catalonia with its textile mills, together with its archrival Terrassa. Thus, in the mid 19th century, it became the most important wool city in Spain, being nicknamed the “Catalan Manchester”. Even today many mills from that period can still be seen, with most of them having been refurbished as residential buildings or other services. Nowadays Sabadell is basically a commercial and industrial city: there are no significant agricultural activities.
Sabadell is an important communications point. Two motorways run beside the city: the C-58 (from Barcelona to Manresa) and the AP-7 (from France and Girona to Tarragona, Valencia and Andalusia), and some roads link Sabadell with nearby cities and towns: Terrassa, Sant Quirze del Vallès, Castellar del Vallès, Granollers, Barberà del Vallès, Cerdanyola del Vallès, Barcelona, Sant Cugat del Vallès, Rubí, Sentmenat and Molins de Rei. A railroad line crosses the city (the Rodalies Barcelona line from Barcelona to Lleida) and another one terminates in the city (the FGC line from Barcelona to Sabadell via Sant Cugat del Vallès). Sabadell has an airport.
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There is a voice
That hides behind my words
That swing from my breath
To call on my will, or ring in my end
And I know what you’re thinking
But you can take my word
This is not a drill, this is the real deal
This is for real
Can you count the debt my limbs owe
Or the love that they have yet to sew
Through the sings on terracotta tiles
On the floor before my open door
Oh, if heart and hand change directions
And line up on separate fronts
Just to design an illusion
To sew into my arm
And I know all that I have left here are my wits and my will
And I could paint your ears in white noise
If my heart would just hold still
What do you take me for?
My will is but a burden that I wish that I could trade
But now is not the time to wish for washed hands
And I’ve found a friend beneath my skin,
And fell in love beneath the pen
Prove your words, find the meaning behind your concern
Prove your worth, solve the debt that you owe to this earth
But in debt, I know I can earn
All this love (behind my tongue)
And my step and balance have kept in the dance with this all
So this is my voice the shame in the pavement
And the pride in the print
So this is my voice, the shame in the frame