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Start the car lets make a midnight run
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Across the river to South London
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To dance to the latest hi-fi sound
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Of bass, guitar and drum
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Seeking out a rhythm that can take the pressure off
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Stepping in and out of that crooked crooked beat
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Take a piece of cloth, a coin for thirst
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For the sweat will start to run
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With a cymbal splash, a word of truth
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And a rocking bass and drum
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Seeking out a rhythm that can take the pressure on
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Stepping in and out of that crooked crooked beat
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So one by one they come on down
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From the tower blocks of my home town
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Stepping with the rhythm of the rockers beat
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Drowning out the pressure of the crooked beat
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Seeking out a rhythm that can take the tension on
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Stepping in and out of that crooked crooked beat
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It has crooked past this crooked street
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Where cars patrol this crooked beat
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Badges flsh and sirens wail
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They'll be taking one and all to jail
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Prance! Prance! You want a law to dance?
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Crooked Beat, The
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The Clash |