| If ever the day comes that London is Belfast
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| Who’d stone the soldiers then?
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| And who’d run the streets?
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| And after all the fighting is over
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| Who’d be the victor in truth?
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| There’ll always be a wall to get over
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| Nothing is right for the hot youth
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| If ever the day comes that Beirut is Brighton
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| Who’d light the fires of battle?
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| And who’d shoot and reload the guns?
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| And after all the fighting is over
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| Who’d be the victor in truth?
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| There’ll always be a wall to get over
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| Nothing is right for the hot youth
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| If ever the day comes that Moscow is London
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| Who’d be the soldiers then?
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| And who’d be the beast?
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| And after all the fighting is over
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| Who’d be the victor in truth?
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| There’ll always be a wall to get over
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| Nothing is right for the hot youth |