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Mute - Porcupine Tree
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Mute - 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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