| There’s no Garageland no more,
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| only memories spread across the floor.
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| To the sound of the guns of Brixton
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| we were fighting complete control.
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| We felt like we were prisoners
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| in our save European home.
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| We had 48 hours at the weekends
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| to have a little riot of our own.
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| The cities of the dead were burning bright
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| and Johnny came marching home.
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| There’s no Garageland no more.
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| We’re left with memories lying on the floor.
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| (Did you believe what they said?)
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| Hear the sound of hate and war.
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| Death or Glory — we survived it all.
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| (No more riot on the Westway.)
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| It seemed so good to be alive
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| and to dream of better times.
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| You gave us hope and we had enough rope.
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| We were ready for the fight
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| but rebellion turned to money.
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| As soon as the sun went down,
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| up all night we were flying high
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| 'til we got the wake-up call.
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| There’s no Garageland no more.
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| We’re left with memories lying on the floor.
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| (Did you believe what they said?)
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| Hear the sound of hate and war.
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| Death or Glory — we survived it all. |