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Marget Thatcher on T.V. Shocked by the deaths that place in Bejing It seems strange that she should be offended The same order s are given by her I've said this before now You said I was childish and you'll say it now'remember what I told you If they hated me they will hate you' England's not the mystical land of madame george + roses It's the home of police who kill black boys on mopeds And I love my boy and that's why I'm leaving I don't want him to be aware that there's Any such thing as grieving Young mother down at smithfield I am looking for food for her kids In there arms she hold's three cold babies And the first word that they learned was 'please' These are dangerous days To say say what you feel is to dig your own grave'rememebr what I told you If you were of the world they would love you' England's not the mystical land of madame george + roses It's the home of police who kill black boys on mopeds And I love my boy + thats why I'm leaving I don't want him to be aware that there'sany such thing as grieving.
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