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Road blocks and fire |
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Barb wire upon barb wire |
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This is not your country |
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Armoured cars, corrugated scars |
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Grafitti scrawls: |
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'This is not your country' |
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Home sweet fortress |
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Gunshot - we hate your kind |
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Get back ! |
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This is not your country |
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I need some air |
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And I'm stopped and repeatedly questioned: |
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'Born and raised ?' |
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But this is not my country |
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We're old news |
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All's well |
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Say BBC scum |
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One child shot, but so what ? |
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Laid my son |
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In a box, three feet long |
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And I still don't know why |
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A short walk home becomes a run |
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And I'm scared |
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In my own country |
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We're old news |
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All's well |
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Say BBC scum |
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Everybody's under control |
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Of our surveillance globes |
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We're old news |
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All's well |
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And thirty years could be a thousand |
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And this Peugeot ad |
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Spins round in my head |
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British soldier pointing a gun |
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And I'm only trying to post a letter |
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A short walk home becomes a run |
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And I'm scared, and I'm scared, I am scared |
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Old news |
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All's well |
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BBC scum |
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You've got more than the dead, so zip up your mouth |
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Zip up your mouth |
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Zip up your mouth |
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Zip up your mouth (repeated) |
