Take a look upon the streets.

England’s dead not dying
Take a look upon the streets
Take a look outside your window
Take a look how the rain beats
Everybody’s suffering
Living with their shame
There’s no more imagining
Here, the life means pain
This country holds my birthright
My heritage lies here
This country in it’s midnight
It’s double jointed fear
England’s dead not dying
Take a look out on the streets
Take a look outside your window
Take a look how your heart beats

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