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Wind blows back and the batons charging |
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It winds all the way |
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Right to the butt of my gun |
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Maybe now your time has come |
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From the back streets there's a rumbling |
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Smell of anarchy |
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No more nice time, black boy shoe shines |
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Pie in the sky dreams |
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Lights out, lights out in London, hold on tight till the end |
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Better now you know we'll never wait till tomorrow |
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Lights out, lights out in London, hold on tight till the end |
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God knows when I'm coming 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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The frightening thoughts of what's been taught |
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And now it shows |
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Lights out, lights out in London, hold on tight till the end |
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Better now you know we'll never wait till tomorrow |
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Lights out, lights out in London, hold on tight till the end |
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God knows when I'm coming on (my) run |
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Lights out, lights out in London, hold on tight till the end |
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Better now you know we'll never wait till tomorrow |
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Lights out, lights out in London, hold on tight till the end |
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God knows when I'm coming on (my) run |
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You keep coming, there's no running |
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Tried a thousand times |
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Under your feet grass is growing |
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Time we said goodbye |
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Lights out, lights out in London, hold on tight till the end |
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Better now you know we'll never wait till tomorrow |
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Lights out, lights out in London, hold on tight till the end |
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God knows when I'm coming on (my) run |
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Lights out, lights out in London |
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Lights out, lights out in London |
