| Heavy is the hand pressing down again and again
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| Somethings free, somethings get chains
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| We all came to play the game
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| Will tomorrow come for the men stuck in the line?
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| There’s a rumor circling
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| London’s burning from within
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| Hey, London’s burning
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| And it doesn’t matter how hard we try
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| Hey, London’s burning
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| Everything is nothing, there’s no future in sight
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| Hey, London’s burning
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| No, it doesn’t matter how hard we try
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| Hey, London’s burning
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| Everything is nothing, everything is nothing
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| Ideology isn’t nothing on the streets
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| No one cared and no one looked
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| Til she threw the judge’s book
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| Now who’s the one to blame when the children go insane?
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| Dancing on their broken dreams
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| While London’s burning from within
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| Hey, London’s burning
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| And it doesn’t matter how hard we try
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| Hey, London’s burning
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| Everything is nothing, there’s no future in sight
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| Hey, London’s burning
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| No, it doesn’t matter how hard we try
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| Hey, London’s burning
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| Everything is nothing, everything is nothing
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| The streets are burning up
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| Climb each other and fall again
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| The streets are burning up
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| Hey, London’s burning
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| And it doesn’t matter how hard we try
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| Hey, London’s burning
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| Everything is nothing, there’s no future in sight
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| Hey, London’s burning
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| No, it doesn’t matter how hard we try
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| Hey, London’s burning
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| Everything is nothing, everything is nothing
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| Everything is nothing, everything is nothing |