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London calling to the faraway towns, now war is declared and battle come down. London calling to the underworld, come out of the cupboard, you boys and girls. London calling, now don’t look to us, phoney Beatlemania has bitten the dust. Lon-don calling, see we ain’t got no swing, ‘cept for the reign of that truncheon thing. The ice age is coming, the sun’s zooming in, meltdown expect-ed, the wheat is growing thin, engines stop run-ning but I have no fear ‘cause London is burning and I live by the river. London calling to the imita-tion zone, forget it brother, you can go at it alone. London calling to the zombies of death, quit hold-ing out and draw another breath. London calling and I don’t wanna shout but while we were talking I saw you nodding out. London calling, see we ain’t got no high, except for that one with the yel-lowy eyes. The ice age is coming, the sun’s zoom-ing in, engines stop running, the wheat is grow-ing thin. A nuclear error but I have no fear ‘cause London is drowning and I, I live by the river. The ice age is coming, the sun’s zooming in, engines stop running, the wheat is growing thin. A nuclear error but I have no fear ‘cause London is drown-ing and I, I live by the river. Now get this, London calling, yes, I was there, too and you know what they said? Well, some of it was true. London call-ing at the top of the dial and after all this, won’t you give me a smile? London Calling, I never felt so much alike.

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I went and burnt my bridges at the weekend and now theres

nothing left but another week to end. And a sick and sunken soul in a drunken body like mine from London bridge I swim east along the tide. She says I wont wait I wont wait and now she tells me that she wants me. She says I wont wait I wont wait, and now she tells me that she wants me, and wont ya take me. When battered heads dissemble and descend into a mess upon the city, when bleeding hearts awake from single beds and paint themselves so very pretty. Oh from London Bridge you know its not such a bad sight oh no no, shuddered hard at those memories of those filthy nights we spent. I never wanted to be the one who just came and went oh lover you know I cant afford your game oh lover no I cant afford your game. She said, when battered heads..... When bleeding hearts...... when you’re just 18, you never win and no, it’s not right. Well from London Bridge it’s not such a bad sight, woahh, I wont wait I wont wait and now she tells me that she wants me.She says I wont wait, I wont wait and now she tells me that she wants me and that she loves me, oh take me home, take me home, woah wont you take me home, come on take me home. At night they

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would go walking ‘til the breaking of the

day, the morning is for sleeping… Through the dark streets they go searching to seek God in their own way, save the nighttime for your weeping… Your weeping. Singing la lalalala la le… and the night over London rang. So we rode down to the river where the toiling ghosts strain for their curses to be broken… We’d go underneath the arches where the witches are in there saying there are ghost towns in the ocean… The ocean… Singing la lalalala la le… and the night over London rang. God is in the houses and God is in my head… and all the cemeteries in London… I see God come in my garden, but I don’t know what he said, for my heart, it wasn’t open… Not open… Singing la lalalala la le… and the night over London rang. Singing la lalalala la le… there’s no light over London today.

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Dirty old river, must you keep rolling, flowing into the night. People so busy, makes me feel dizzy, taxi light shines so bright but I don’t need no friends as long as I gaze on Waterloo sunset. I am in paradise. Every day I look at the world from my window but chilly, chilly is the evening time, Waterloo sunset’s fine. Terry meets Julie, Waterloo Station every Friday night but I am so lazy, don’t want to wander, I stay at home at night but I don’t feel afraid, as long as I gaze on Waterloo sunset. I am in paradise. Every day I look at the world from my window but chilly, chilly is the evening time. Waterloo sunset’s fine. Millions of people swarming like flies ‘round Waterloo underground but Terry and Julie cross

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over the river, where they feel safe and sound and the don’t need no friends, as long as they gaze on Waterloo sunset, they are in paradise. Waterloo sunset’s fine.He’s a twentieth century boy, with his hands on the rails. Trying not to be sick again and holding on for tomorrow. London ice cracks on a seamless line, he’s hanging on for dear life. And so we hold each other tightly, and hold on for tomorrow. Singing, la, la la l-la. La, la la, l-la l-la la-la-la. La, la la l-la. La, la la, l-la l-la la-la-la. La, la la l-la. La, la la, l-la l-la la-la-la. Holding on for tomorrow. She’s a twentieth century girl, with her hands on the wheel. Trying not to be sick

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again, seeing what she can borrow. London’s so nice back in your seamless rhymes but we’re lost on the Westway. So we hold each other tightly, and we can wait until tomorrow. Singing, la, la la l-la. La, la la, l-la l-la la-la-la. La, la la l-la. La, la la, l-la l-la la-la-la. La, la la l-la. La, la la, l-la l-la la-la-la. Holding on for tomorrow. We’re trying not to be sick again, and holding on for tomorrow. She’s a twentieth century girl, holding on for dear life. And so we hold each other tightly, and hold on for tomorrow. Singing, la, la la l-la. La, la la, l-la l-la la-la-la. La, la la l-la. La, la la, l-la l-la la-la-la. La, la la l-la. La, la la, l-la l-la la-la-la. Holding on for tomorrow. (Jim stops and get out of the car, goes to a house in Emperor’s Gate, through the door and to his room and then he puts the TV on. Turns it off and makes some tea, says Modern Life is Rubbish) I’m holding on for tomorrow. (Then Su-san comes into the room, she’s a naughty girl with a lovely smile, says let’s take a drive to Primrose Hill, it’s windy there, and the view’s so nice. Lon-don ice can freeze you toes, like anyone, I sup-pose) You’re holding on for tomorrow.

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