(The Clash)
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The towers of London, these crumbling rocks
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Reality estates that the hero's got
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And every hour's maked by the chime of a clock
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And whatcha gonna do when the darkness surrounds?
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You can piss in the lifts which have broken down
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You can watch from the debris the last bedroom light
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We're invisible here just past midnight
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The wives hate their husbands and their husbands don't care
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Their children daub slogans to prove they lived there
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A giant pipe organ up in the air
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You can't live in a home which should not have been built
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By the bourgeoise clerks who bear no guilt
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When the wind hits this building this building it tilts
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One day it will surely fall to the ground...
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Fear is just another commodity here
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They sell us peeping holes to peek when we hear
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A bang on the door resoundingly clear
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Who would really want to move in here?
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The children play faraway, the corridors are bare
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This room is a cage its like captivity
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How can anyone exist in such misery?
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It has been said not only here
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"Allianza dollars are spent
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To raise the towering buildings
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For the weary bones of the workers
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To go back in the morning
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To be strong in the morning"
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Up In Heaven (Not Only Here)
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The Clash |