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This land is your land and this land is my land |
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From the dirty water of the river |
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Thames To the rusting cranes of the tee another tyne |
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The land that's choking with wires and plugs |
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Strangles with fences and stuck with knives |
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Was this land made for you and me? |
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This town is your town and this town is my town |
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From the derelict slums that are dirty and grey |
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To the house on the hill in the private estate |
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The places nice kids would never go |
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To the places no-one else has the right to go |
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Was this land made for you and me? |
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Made for you and me |
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This street is your street and this street is my street |
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From the broken phone box where the gangs all meet |
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To the glass on the path that cuts your feet |
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To the neighboors next door who refuse to speak ??? |
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To the cope in the hunter doing its bleak ??? |
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Was this land made for you and me? |
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It's your world too you can do what you want |
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It's your world too, it's your world too... |