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use for you. The dead girls of London. Why do they act that way?. . Maybe it's the water, mama. Maybe it's the tea. Maybe it's the way they was raised. Maybe it's the stuff what they read in the
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Song Streets of London - Cilla Black. Have you seen the old man . in the closed down market. Kicking up the paper, . with his worn out shoes. In his eyes you see no pride . hand held loosely at his
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London calling to the faraway towns. Now that war is declared and battle come down. London calling to the underworld. Come out of the cupboard, all you boys and girls London calling, now don't
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Bài hát London Calling - The Clash. 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
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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
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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
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yesterday's news. . So how can you tell me you're lonely. And say for you that the sun don't shine. Let me take you by the hand. And lead you through the streets of London. I'll show you something. To
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up and down the Westway, in and out the lights. What a great traffic system, it's so bright. I can't think of a better way to spend the night. Than speeding around underneath the yellow lights
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up and down the Westway, in and out the lights. What a great traffic system, it's so bright. I can't think of a better way to spend the night. Than speeding around underneath the yellow lights
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Bài hát London Town - Miracle of Sound. Slaves in seas of soot we drown . Come on down to London town . The cogs they creak and the pistons pound . Come on down to London town . Power cloaked in
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yesterday's news. Have you seen the old girl. Who walks the streets of London. Dirt in her hair and her clothes in rags?. She's no time for talking,. She just keeps right on walking. Carrying her home in two
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cry. Getting high on the essence of life 'Cause tonight we're in London city. And I got bout' 400 with me. 15 minutes ago we left barking. Now we're approaching the city, I'm a laughing I wanna hit
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pussy-foot from drink to drink in swinging London town Do you know the me that wakes in places with faces I've never seen?. The mother of all hangovers to remind me where I've been. And if I stop, I'm
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