| The sirens' risin'
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| There’s a distant blues dance on a crowded street
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| The temperature’s a-risin'
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| Soon you’re gonna be runnin' down
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| Those burnin' streets, come on
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| The century that’s hardly on its feet
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| And the late news breaks early
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| Does the sun rise from the west or from the east?
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| An' it takes every day to be survivin' in the city
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| London is burnin'; |
| don’t tell the Queen
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| Somebody tried to speak garage and they burnt down Bethnal Green
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| Piccadilly’s yearning, like a reggae beat
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| Soon you’re gonna be runnin' down
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| Those burnin' streets, come on
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| And you’re waitin' for your flag to be unfurled
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| And the late news breaks early
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| So how should life be lived around the world?
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| (If London is burnin')
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| An' it takes every day to be survivin' in the city
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| Ready to face that dawn with no pity, come on!
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| Yeah, ah-come on (London is burnin')
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| Yeah, ah-come on (London is burnin')
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| (Soon you’re gonna be run down)
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| (Soon you’re gonna be run down)
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| Those burnin' streets, come on!
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| Does the universal cop have a beat?
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| And the late news breaks early
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| Did you ever buy that bar on Lucky Street?
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| An' it takes every day to be survivin' in the city
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| Ready to face that dawn with no pity, come on!
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| Yeah, ah-come on (London is burnin')
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| Yeah, ah-come on (London is burnin')
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| Too many guns in this damn town
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| At the supermarket, you gotta duck down
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| Baby flak jackets on the merry-go-round
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| (London is burnin')
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| There’s too many guns in this damn town
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| (London is burnin')
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| Baby flak jackets on the merry-go-round
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| (London is burnin')
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| Too many guns in this damn town
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| (London is burnin')
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| Baby flak jackets on the merry-go-round
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| (London is burnin') |