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London calling to the faraway towns |
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Now that war is declared and battle come down |
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London calling to the underworld |
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Come out of the cupboard all you boys and girls |
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London calling now don't look at us |
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All that phony Beatlemania has bitten the dust |
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London calling see we ain't got no swing |
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Except for the ring of that truncheon thing |
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The ice age is coming, the sun is zooming in |
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Meltdown expected and the wheat is growing thin |
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Engines stop running but I have no fear |
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London is drowning and I live by the river |
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London calling to the imitation zone |
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Forget it, brother, can go it alone |
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London calling upon the zombies of death |
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Quit holding out and draw another breath |
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London calling and I don't wanna shout |
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But when we were talking I saw you nodding out |
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London calling see we ain't got no highs |
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Except for that one with the yellowy eyes |
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The ice age is coming, the sun is zooming in |
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Meltdown expected and the wheat is growing thin |
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Engines stop running but I have no fear |
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London is drowning and I live by the river |
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I live by the river |
