[Chorus:]
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Whoa, give me the words, give me the words
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That tell me nothing
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Dear England,
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Whoa, give me the words, give me the words
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That tell me nothing
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[Verse 1:]
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They say God save the queen,
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Britannia rules the waves,
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Britannia's in my genes
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But Britannia called us slaves
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Britannia made the borders
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Cause Britannia's forces came
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Britannia lit the match
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But Britannia fears the flame
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Where blood stains the pavement
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Tears stain a cheek
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And privilege is threatened, the fear reigns supreme
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Where bankers are earning, from burning and looting
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The nervous are shooting, search for solutions
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I shed a tear for the father in Birmingham
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Quick swerve of the car and it murdered them
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In Tottenham the apartments were burning
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And nobody came just arson is circling
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All wanna be down
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Till TV's get robbed like jewels on the queens crown
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They say now no cause for a rebound
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See now they call me a fool cause I speak out
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People are humans but mind is animals
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This violent tyrannical system is fallable
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Hand in the loot by the minute you see 'em
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But the biggest looters are the British museum
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This happened here and you think it's a accident
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Just relax as we slip into fascism
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And the fear gets drilled into your hearts
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But remember these children are all ours
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[Chorus:]
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Whoa, give me the words, give me the words
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That tell me nothing
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Dear England,
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Whoa, give me the words, give me the words
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That tell me nothing
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[Verse 2:]
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If a policeman can kill a black man where he found him
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A soldier can kill an Afghan in the mountains
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A petty thief can get ransacked from his housing
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While the bankers are lounging
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That's my surroundings
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Took land, no one in your family has heard of
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Before you sleep, whisper the mantra you learnt cause
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Never will there be a day that cameras are turned off
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Who runs this country, Cameron or Murdoch
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Who's the government, a government that can't govern
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Can't you figure it's ways bigger than Mark Duggan
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Bigger than Smiley, bigger than Jean Charles
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Hundreds are dead not one killer is on trial
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Just a familiar sound of hysteria
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Bombs over Libya but not this area
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Downing Street I can find villains
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Cut education, privatize prisons
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Surprised by theft when it's organized,
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But mass immorality is normalized
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Assumptions surrounding the looting of London
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But this is a system consumed by consumption
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Yea it happened here and you think it's a accident
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Just relax as we slip into fascism
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And the fear gets drilled into your hearts
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But remember these children are all ours
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[Chorus: x2]
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Whoa, give me the words, give me the words
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That tell me nothing
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Dear England,
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Whoa, give me the words, give me the words
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That tell me nothing
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Dear England
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Lowkey |