| Wind blows back and the batons charging
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| It winds all the way
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| Right to the butt of my gun
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| Maybe now your time has come
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| From the back streets there’s a rumbling
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| Smell of anarchy
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| No more nice time, black boy shoe shines
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| Pie in the sky dreams
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| Lights out, lights out in London, hold on tight till the end
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| Better now you know we’ll never wait till tomorrow
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| Lights out, lights out in London, hold on tight till the end
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| God knows when I’m coming 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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| The frightening thoughts of what’s been taught
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| And now it shows
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| Lights out, lights out in London, hold on tight till the end
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| Better now you know we’ll never wait till tomorrow
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| Lights out, lights out in London, hold on tight till the end
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| God knows when I’m coming on (my) run
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| Lights out, lights out in London, hold on tight till the end
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| Better now you know we’ll never wait till tomorrow
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| Lights out, lights out in London, hold on tight till the end
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| God knows when I’m coming on (my) run
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| You keep coming, there’s no running
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| Tried a thousand times
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| Under your feet grass is growing
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| Time we said goodbye
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| Lights out, lights out in London, hold on tight till the end
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| Better now you know we’ll never wait till tomorrow
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| Lights out, lights out in London, hold on tight till the end
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| God knows when I’m coming on (my) run
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| Lights out, lights out in London
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| Lights out, lights out in London |