| Dark smoke blowing
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| I see an orange hue
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| Left unknowing
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| Green fields edge of view
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| Real fear don’t know what to do
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| Floating point of view
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| Feel the heat beneath my dry eyes
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| Feeling the heavy air
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| Seeing the thoughts of a glare
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| Caught in this very snare
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| With my hands against the window
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| Down there hoping
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| They see the orange hue
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| Left unknowing
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| Liar!
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| She should be turning in her sleep
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| Babylon feeds in the belly of the best
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| Fire!
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| You see that its burning through our teeth
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| London she burns
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| Feel the heat of the street
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| Riot!
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| She should be turning in her sleep
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| Babylon feeds in the belly of the best
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| Liar! |
| Liar! |
| Liar!
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| Ashes under your own feet
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| Dem nuh care bout the people dem
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| Dem nuh give ah damn
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| Mi slew down Goliath with a sling inna mi hand
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| And tun' round di fiyah put it pon Babylon
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| Dem prime ministers and dem false elections
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| Dem only come bout ah deal with separation
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| From constituencies and jurisdiction
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| Coulda do plenty more fi help di situation
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| But dem rather point dem fingers and say ah who wrong
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| «Ay mi nuh like how dem divide society, inna upper class, middle class and
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| lower class
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| Ay politican ah one class
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| London ah bun down!»
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| Liar!
|
| She should be turning in her sleep
|
| Babylon feeds in the belly of the best
|
| Fire!
|
| You see that its burning through our teeth
|
| London she burns
|
| Feel the heat of the street
|
| Riot!
|
| She should be turning in her sleep
|
| Babylon feeds in the belly of the best
|
| Liar! |
| Liar! |
| Liar!
|
| Ashes under your own feet
|
| Green fields edge of view
|
| Ashes under your own feet
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| Ashes under your own feet
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| Green fields edge of view
|
| Ashes under your own feet
|
| Ashes under your own feet
|
| Real fear don’t know what to do
|
| Belly of the best
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| Liar! |
| Liar!
|
| Liar!
|
| She should be turning in her sleep
|
| Babylon feeds in the belly of the best
|
| Fire!
|
| You see that its burning through our teeth
|
| London she burns
|
| Feel the heat of the street
|
| Riot!
|
| She should be turning in her sleep
|
| Babylon feeds in the belly of the best
|
| Liar! |
| Liar! |
| Liar!
|
| Ashes under your own feet |