| The sun dying on a dusty room
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| Tv lying to me through the gloom
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| Even remote control can’t change this mood
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| Get outta london while the getting’s good
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| Get outta london while I know I could
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| Get outta london
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| Train’s come just ride and believe
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| The engine running’s all the music I need
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| I’ve got a fear of the past and a hunger to feed
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| Get outta london and you shall be free
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| Get outta london and it’s guaranteed
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| Get outta london
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| I walked the avenue of dumb signs
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| Meant nothing and it felt fine
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| Then I remembered what was really mine
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| A silver shiver running down my spine
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| Down where the streets are pave with sick schemes
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| The river’s running like a snake through a dream
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| The politicians gaze across it’s slime
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| I need another way to waste my time
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| Get outta london, get outta london
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| I saw the spectre of charity
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| And he didn’t seem brotherly
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| Popping up what should be blown away
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| A brotherhood of man in disarray
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| I got hit by the dreamers disease
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| Where your big ideas
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| Don’t make connection with your buckling knees
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| And saw the greed and agreed that it sucked
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| But they said, «don't laugh at money cos it’s bad luck»
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| Get outta london, get outta london |