| I didn’t want to be some satellite clown
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| So I went up to London cause I heard it’s falling down
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| Found the Dennis the Menace of Little Venice
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| Still digging up the bones of Strummer and Jones
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| Revolutionary days were sadly over
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| And a cool profile down Ladbroke Grove
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| Won’t make it no more
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| You could wake up in a doorway
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| London’s brilliant when it’s raining
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| Everybody’s moaning and complaining
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| London’s dismal and divine
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| And I know one day, one day
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| (One day, one day)
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| It’s going to be
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| Mine eyes have seen the gory faces of those bitter men
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| And their bawdy talk
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| And that’s not all
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| Every night before I closed my eyes
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| I’d say a prayer to my desires
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| Hung up on a poster on a wall
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| Don’t let me grow up to fail and fall
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| If I must grow up at all
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| Well the night’s got chilly and he swore he’d love me silly
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| But he couldn’t raise a spark in the dark in Hyde Park
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| With a bite and a bark, he tried to make his mark
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| Now he’s getting fucked silly somewhere in Piccadilly
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| He said I could be a little Madam in Mayfair
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| But I’d rather wake up in a doorway somewhere |
| Cause in the long run
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| I’ll probably be someone
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| London’s brilliant when it’s raining
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| Everybody’s moaning and complaining
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| London’s dismal and divine
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| And I know one day, one day
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| (One day, one day)
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| It’s going to be mine
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| (One day, one day)
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| It’s going to be mine
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| (One day, one day, one day)
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| London’s brilliant! |