| A night on the town
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| Now war is declared
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| And battle come down
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| We’re gonna pick up the pieces
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| They say our towns are dying
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| But no no no
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| We’re gonna pick up the pieces
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| Cos man I know they’re lying
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| I sure hope so
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| I see tonight our youth are smashing up the streets of the nation
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| While cities burn our fearless leader out on vacation
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| The airwaves are a battleground of misinformation
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| Flatlining, cut the cord
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| Hear the voice of the people
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| Louder than the sound of them all
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| Oh what a mess we gotta clean-up
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| But we don’t run from nothing at all
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| No!
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| We’re gonna pick up the pieces
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| They say our spirits breaking
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| But no no no
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| We’re gonna pick up the pieces
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| This is our home we’re making
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| So go man go
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| Well it’s a little late to bolt the gate they’re all jumping over
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| Our cities need investing in not meetings with COBRA
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| I guess the big society are sat on the sofa
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| While I’m avoiding kids with baseball-bats in a Nova
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| The kid with the hoodie up don’t love we
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| The man from the government too arrogant to see
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| The streets onna fire where does that leave me?
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| Flatline to cut the cord
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| Hear the voice of the people
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| Louder than the sound of them all
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| Oh what a mess we gotta clean-up
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| But we don’t run from nothing at all
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| And hear the voice of the people
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| You can knock us down and we fall
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| But good will always conquer evil
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| And we don’t run from nothing at all
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| Like a shadow on the wall
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| A night on the town
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| Now war is declared
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| And battle come down
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| That kid with the hoodie up don’t love we
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| The man from the government too arrogant to see
|
| The streets onna fire where does that leave me?
|
| Flatline to cut the cord
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| And hear the voice of the people
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| Louder than the sound of them all
|
| Oh what a mess we gotta clean-up
|
| But we don’t run from nothing at all
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| And hear the voice of the people
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| You can knock us down and we fall
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| But good will always conquer evil
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| And we don’t run from nothing at all
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| Like a talking on the phone
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| A night on the town
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| Now war is declared
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| And battle come down |