Heavy is the hand pressing down again and again
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Somethings free, somethings get chains
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We all came to play the game
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Will tomorrow come for the men stuck in the line?
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There’s a rumor circling
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London’s burning from within
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Hey, London’s burning
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And it doesn’t matter how hard we try
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Hey, London’s burning
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Everything is nothing, there’s no future in sight
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Hey, London’s burning
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No, it doesn’t matter how hard we try
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Hey, London’s burning
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Everything is nothing, everything is nothing
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Ideology isn’t nothing on the streets
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No one cared and no one looked
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Til she threw the judge’s book
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Now who’s the one to blame when the children go insane?
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Dancing on their broken dreams
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While London’s burning from within
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Hey, London’s burning
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And it doesn’t matter how hard we try
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Hey, London’s burning
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Everything is nothing, there’s no future in sight
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Hey, London’s burning
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No, it doesn’t matter how hard we try
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Hey, London’s burning
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Everything is nothing, everything is nothing
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The streets are burning up
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Climb each other and fall again
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The streets are burning up
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Hey, London’s burning
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And it doesn’t matter how hard we try
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Hey, London’s burning
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Everything is nothing, there’s no future in sight
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Hey, London’s burning
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No, it doesn’t matter how hard we try
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Hey, London’s burning
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Everything is nothing, everything is nothing
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Everything is nothing, everything is nothing |