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Heavy downbeat of one and the show began |
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London calling, strike up the contraband |
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Stroke of a genius, stroke of luck he got it right |
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Took a hit, and we were gone |
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Take me along |
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We wore pictures of Strummer |
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Fell over ourselves all summer |
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High as a kite |
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Still believe such a thing can compel a life |
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Like a pipe dream smack square between the eyes |
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Death of a salesman, stroke of luck he got it right |
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After all, it's just a song |
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But it took me alone |
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We wore pictures of Strummer |
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Fell over ourselves all summer |
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High as a kite |
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Just before we closed our eyes to commemorate our lives |
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He said, "Thank you and goodbye" |
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Goodbye, goodbye |
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Please take me along |
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No more pictures of Strummer |
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Just Johnny-came-late newcomers |
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High as a kite |
