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Walked all around through London Town |
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Hung awhile on Carnaby |
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What happened to the Soho |
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What happened to Kings Road |
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A revolution blitze |
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Completely smashed to bits |
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Of kids, what about the future |
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I thought that there was none |
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Die Alone! |
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A queens jubilee, the kings gettin change |
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And Malcomb gets arrrested for publicity |
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So let it rock and let it sex |
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The fetish in the punk rock is left to dead |
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At each others throat they couldn't trust themselves |
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No ones taking notes, tell it like it was |
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Someone takes a stab and no one makes a stand |
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Living in the flaws of an imperfect world |
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Fight for freedom, a freedom lost |
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We die for the cause |
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We die alone, so die with a cause |
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We die alone, a calling of the punks |
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We die alone, because I still trust no one. |
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At each others throat they couldn't trust themselves |
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No ones taking notes, tell it like it was |
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Someone takes a stab and no one makes a stand |
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Living in the flaws of an imperfect world |
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We die alone |
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We die alone |
