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The White City, that's a joke of a name |
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It's a black, violent place if I remember the game |
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I couldn't wait to get out but I love to go home |
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To remember the White City fighting |
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The White City Fighting, remember, remember |
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The White City Fighting, remember, remember |
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Down to the refuge, near QPR |
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I drive to committees in my German car |
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Prone to violence, prone to shame |
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I glide in silence, my pride in vain |
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For no one remembers |
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Not that I can see |
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That we were defenders |
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We were the free |
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The White City, blood was an addiction |
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Now it is analyzed just as though it were fiction |
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That battles were won and battles were blown |
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At the height of the White City fighting |
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The White City Fighting, remember, remember |
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The White City Fighting, remember, remember |
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No one remembers |
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Not that I can see |
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That we were defenders |
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We were the free |
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Yeah |
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The White City, I finally grew up |
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To resist the temptation the gutters all threw up |
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But I have to go back, I guess I'm violence prone |
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To remember the White City fighting, yeah |
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The White City Fighting, remember, remember |
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The White City Fighting, remember, remember |
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The White City Fighting, remember, remember |
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The White City Fighting, remember, remember |
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The White City Fighting, remember, remember |
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The White City Fighting, remember, remember |
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The White City Fighting, remember, remember |
