| The White City, that’s a joke of a name
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| It’s a black violent place if I remember the game
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| I couldn’t wait to get out but I love to go home
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| To remember the White City fighting
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| The White City Fighting, remember, remember
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| The White City Fighting, remember, remember
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| Down to the refuge, near QPR
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| I drive to committees in my German car
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| Prone to violence, prone to shame
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| I glide in silence, my pride in vain
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| For no one remembers, not that I can see
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| That we were defenders, we were the free
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| The White City, blood was an addiction
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| Now it is analyzed just as though it were fiction
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| That battles were won and battles were blown
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| At the height of the White City fighting
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| The White City Fighting, remember, remember
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| The White City Fighting, remember, remember
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| No one remembers, not that I can see
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| That we were defenders, we were the free
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| The White City, I finally grew up To resist the temptation the gutters all threw up But I have to go back, I guess I’m violence prone
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| To remember the White City fighting, yeah
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| The White City Fighting, remember, remember…(fade) |