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
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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
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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
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You've got more than the dead, so zip up your mouth
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THIS IS NOT YOUR COUNTRY
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| Morrissey |
