| I walked from my baby’s Brixton flat
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| In to a riot
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| I thought of maybe turning back
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| Till things were quiet
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| Till all the buildings to be burned
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| Had been burned
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| Till all the cars to overturn
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| Were overturned
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| Outside the prison
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| They were screentesting the free
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| Open auditions
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| For closed-circuit TV
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| Your baby brother would be there outside the jail
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| Throwing bottles as the police sirens wail
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| And a love song
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| Might not be suitable
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| But you look beautiful tonight…
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| Death and disaster only make me love you more
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| The morning after the night that went before
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| When the brains of Brixton
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| With conflicting points of view
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| Are outside the Ritzy
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| On the local TV news
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| And a love song
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| Might not be suitable
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| But you look beautiful tonight…
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| And if you feel the same way as I feel
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| Everything will be alright
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| I was thinking
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| Let’s forget about the car
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| And do some late-night drinking
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| In a late-night drinking bar
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| It isn’t far, well it’s my local anyway
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| I know the barman
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| There’s a small vocal PA
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| Now the insurance man
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| Has left you with the news
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| That your third party fire and theft
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| Would be no use
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| And I know a love song isn’t suitable or right
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| But you look beautiful, beautiful tonight
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| And if you feel the same way as I feel
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| Everything will be alright…
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| Tonight
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| Big brother’s watching you
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| And I am watching too
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| I will watch over you (x2)
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| Like a thunderbolt out of the blue
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| Someone told me it was true
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| God created me and you
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| And God created Brixton too
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| Hallelujah! |
| Praise the lord
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| Tonight you can rest assured
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| The Father, Son, and Holy Ghost
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| Tonight will love you more than most
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| Tonight! |