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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