Dreams
Beat me down
Take my home and all in it
Torture and bring me down
Break my bones
And free the blood from my veins
Make me scream out against the pain
But if I am alive
And when you leave
You will have my soul
And I will have my dreams
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we are making a start to revolutionise english politics
England the new CUBA
Party Politics have ripped us off
Now we are ready
Ready for Change
England the new CUBA
Party Politics have ripped us off
Now we are ready
Ready for Change
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