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Mute Lyrics - Artist : Porcupine Tree
The mute lie choking in the green fields of England - my England
Scorched in their own inheritance Burning in a hand-me-down Hiroshima A man-made prison called progress And who's going to profit When the dawn breaks ray And when the railways are deader than the people And when the watch has stopped, for good? |
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