| We say freedom!
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| They say what d’you want that for?
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| We say justice!
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| They say you don’t know what you’re asking for
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| Fuck this!
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| I’m gonna take my own stands thanks a lot
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| Here we go, no turning back
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| So cut the crap
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| Now, I’m a dead end soldier in a dead end job
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| In a dare down world where they treat me like a yob
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| I’m a fighter but you know I’m at the last round
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| I was quick on my feet but now I’m slow and steady to the ground
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| Propaganda like I see from they live
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| They give fuck all to those beneath the six
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| Sometimes I feel like free speech means nothing
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| 'Cause we’re fucking screaming and no one’s even listening
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| (Don't)
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| Don’t be a slave to the system
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| (Won't)
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| I Won’t be coming back to Britain
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| What’s my decline
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| I’m running out of time
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| Before the heartless government
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| Try to take what’s mine
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| Privacy your liberty what’s that?
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| Gentrified london and kids in daddy’s money flat
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| I heard he works for some sort of advertisment
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| You’re the next product of your enviroment
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| Im forgotten like the rotten plans for the future
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| Wrapped in cotton who’s been Shotting for my posture
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| I’m not a posh one yeah I’m still a lost one
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| And if you want I’ll send my rust for your retina
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| (Don't)
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| Don’t be a slave to the system
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| (Won't)
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| I Won’t be coming back to Britain
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| What’s my decline
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| I’m running out of time
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| Before the heartless government
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| Try to take what’s mine |