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There's no Garageland no more, |
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Only memories spread across the floor. |
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To the sound of the guns of Brixton |
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We were fighting complete control. |
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We felt like we were prisoners |
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In our save European home. |
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We had 48 hours at the weekends |
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To have a little riot of our own. |
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The cities of the dead were burning bright |
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And Johnny came marching home. |
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There's no Garageland no more. |
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We're left with memories lying on the floor. |
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(Did you believe what they said?) |
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Hear the sound of hate and war. |
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Death or Glory - we survived it all. |
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(No more riot on the Westway.) |
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It seemed so good to be alive |
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And to dream of better times. |
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You gave us hope and we had enough rope. |
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We were ready for the fight |
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But rebellion turned to money. |
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As soon as the sun went down, |
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Up all night we were flying high |
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'til we got the wake-up call. |
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There's no Garageland no more. |
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We're left with memories lying on the floor. |
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(Did you believe what they said?) |
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Hear the sound of hate and war. |
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Death or Glory - we survived it all. |
