| I see lights
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| Red, green, pink and blue
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| I see lights
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| Their web is bled untrue right through
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| This city!
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| Right through! |
| (x4)
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| I see lights
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| Then a man beaten black and blue
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| Hearts of coal
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| I say «why?» |
| He says «I was not in their crew»
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| It’s rotten!
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| The streets are roamed by marching feet and fools
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| It’s rotten!
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| They leave their mark upon this furrowed brow
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| It’s rotten!
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| And there’s no silence like a roaring crowd
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| It’s rotten!
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| They pave their way to what they see
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| It’s rotten!
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| Right through! |
| (x4)
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| Smoke comes out that cafè
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| Got enough Euros and you’ll get laid
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| Mugged, beaten or squashed like a snail
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| Under the foot of malice
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| N those evil-soaked streets
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| A rotten, torn and putrid feel
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| Verminous hate beings, flapping their wings
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| Pave the way for horror and decay
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| Right through! |
| (x6)
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| I see lights (right through!)
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| I see lights (right through!)
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| I see lights (right through!)
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| I see lights (right through!)
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| I see lights
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| The streets are roamed by marching feet and fools (right through!)
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| I see lights
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| They leave their mark upon this furrowed brow (right through!)
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| I see lights
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| And there’s no silence like a roaring crowd (right through!)
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| I see lights
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| (Right through!)
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| I see lights! |