| And the city holds its breath
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| Caught twixt life and death
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| As she rolls in from the suburbs
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| The garrison flees and the city will burn
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| Corinna rides like Boadicea tonight
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| London town trembles at the sight
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| Because tonight is her night
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| And the youth course through the streets
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| To lay down at her feet
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| And she runs a regal eye
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| To choose who lives and decide who dies
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| Corinna rides like Boadicea tonight
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| Fearful crowds part ways without a fight
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| Corinna rides like Boadicea tonight
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| London town trembles at the sight
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| Because tonight is her night
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| She keeps her counsel
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| Smiles when she speaks now from ear to ear
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| She’s getting married or so they tell me
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| When the spring is here
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| She hums a tune from
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| A song she knows from warm summers past
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| A song that was sung by
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| Kids around campfires in the quiet Southwest
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| Corinna rides like Boadicea tonight
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| London town trembles at the sight
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| Because tonight is her night
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| Yeah, tonight is her night
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| Yeah, tonight is her night, tonight is her night |