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L O N D O N C A L L I N G 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 look at us all that phoney beatlemania has bitten the dust
london calling, see we ain't got no swing 'cept for the ring of that truncheon thing chorus
the ice age is coming,
the sun is zooming in engines stop running
and the wheat is growing thin a nuclear error,
but i have no fear london is drowning-and i live by the river
london calling to the imitation zone forget it,
brother, an' go it alone london calling upon the zombies of death quit holding out-and take another breath
london calling-and i don't wanna shout but when we were talking-i saw you nodding out
london calling, swee we ain't got no highs except for that one with the yellowy eyes chorus
london calling, yeah, i was there,
too an' you know what they said? well, some of it was true!
london calling at the top of the dial after all this, won't you give me a smile?
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