| Midnight in London, 1666
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| A single flame was the start of it
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| The medieval city inside the city walls
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| Many unnamed victims of the firestorm
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| Then came the violence, then came the strife
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| Movin' fast like a lightning strike
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| Was it retribution for another sin?
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| Was it the solution for a plague within?
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| Nowhere to go and no place to hide
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| The skies are burning from every side
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| Take what you can and flee from the flames
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| Run for your life and start once again
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| On the wind destruction, chaos and death
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| Churches and factories, Westminster spared
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| On the streets the riots, suspicion and fear
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| The mayor’s indecision, hell on earth is here
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| Still the violence, still the strife
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| Still movin' fast like a lightning strike
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| Nowhere to go and no place to hide
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| The skies are burning from every side
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| Take what you can and flee from the flames
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| Run for your life and start once again
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| Nowhere to go and no place to hide
|
| The skies are burning from every side
|
| Take what you can and flee from the flames
|
| Run for your life and start once again
|
| Nowhere to go and no place to hide
|
| The skies are burning from every side
|
| Take what you can and flee from the flames
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| Run for your life and start once again |