| London calling to the faraway towns
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| Now that war is declared-and battle come down
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| London calling to the underworld
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| Come out of the cupboard, all you boys and girls
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| London calling, now dont look at us All that phoney beatlemania has bitten the dust
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| London calling, see we aint got no swing
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| cept for the ring of that truncheon thing
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| Chorus
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| The ice age is coming, the sun is zooming in Engines stop running and the wheat is growing thin
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| A nuclear error, but I have no fear
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| London is drowning-and I live by the river
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| London calling to the imitation zone
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| Forget it, brother, an go it alone
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| London calling upon the zombies of death
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| Quit holding out-and draw another breath
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| London calling-and I dont wanna shout
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| But when we were talking-i saw you nodding out
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| London calling, see we aint got no highs
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| Except for that one with the yellowy eyes
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| Chorus
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| Now get this
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| London calling, yeah, I was there, too
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| An you know what they said? |
| well, some of it was true!
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| London calling at the top of the dial
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| After all this, wont you give me a smile? |