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Wind blows back on the battens chargin' |
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Runs all the way. |
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Off to the thud, of my gun |
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Maybe now your time has come - |
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From the backstreets, there's a rumblin' |
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Sound of anarchy |
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No more nice time, black boy shoe shine, |
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Pie in the sky dream. |
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Lights out, lights out in London |
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Hold tight until the end. |
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Maybe now you'll know they'll never |
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Wait for tomorrow. |
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Lights out, lights out in London |
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Hold tight until the end. |
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God knows when I'm comin' on my run. |
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Heaven help those who help themselves, |
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That's the way it goes. |
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Frightening thoughts, what's been taught |
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And now it shows - |
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Lights out, lights out in London |
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Hold tight until the end. |
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Maybe now you'll know they'll never |
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Wait for tomorrow. |
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Lights out, lights out in London |
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Hold tight until the end. |
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God knows when I'm comin' on my run. |
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[Guitar solo] |
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Lights out, lights out in London |
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Hold tight until the end. |
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Maybe now you'll know they'll never |
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Wait for tomorrow. |
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Lights out, lights out in London |
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Hold tight until the end. |
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God knows when I'm comin' on my run. |
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Lights out in London (repeat 3x) |
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[Outro solo] |
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Lights out! |
