| Wind blows back on the battens chargin'
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| Runs all the way.
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| Off to the thud, of my gun
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| Maybe now your time has come —
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| From the backstreets, there’s a rumblin'
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| Sound of anarchy
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| No more nice time, black boy shoe shine,
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| Pie in the sky dream.
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| Lights out, lights out in London
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| Hold tight until the end.
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| Maybe now you’ll know they’ll never
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| Wait for tomorrow.
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| Lights out, lights out in London
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| Hold tight until the end.
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| God knows when I’m comin' 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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| Frightening thoughts, what’s been taught
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| And now it shows —
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| Lights out, lights out in London
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| Hold tight until the end.
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| Maybe now you’ll know they’ll never
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| Wait for tomorrow.
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| Lights out, lights out in London
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| Hold tight until the end.
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| God knows when I’m comin' on my run.
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| Lights out, lights out in London
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| Hold tight until the end.
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| Maybe now you’ll know they’ll never
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| Wait for tomorrow.
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| Lights out, lights out in London
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| Hold tight until the end.
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| God knows when I’m comin' on my run.
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| Lights out in London (repeat 3x)
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| Lights out! |