The streets of the city
 Are closing in
 It’s getting so hot
 It’s blistering my skin
 Fires are burning
 Out of control
 Some day soon
 This place is gonna go

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 More cops on the street
 Every day
 Somewhere in the distance
 The sirens wail
 Night time falling
 On London again
 And everybody’s wondering
 Where it’s gonna end

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 The clocks are broken
 They’re burnt in the flame
 But you can’t stop the tide
 Of an attitude of change
 So long have we waited
 To be caught in this trap
 When the hands start moving
 There’ll be no turning back

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