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Look up I hear the scream of sirens on the wall |
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I see a policeman crying in the backseat of a dying Ford |
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Hotel waiters leave the bedrooms of stars |
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Who are far too old |
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And no-one ever told me |
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That I could be so cold |
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Bombers fight at zero feet |
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Bombers fight at zero |
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I see an old man knocked to the ground |
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And beaten by the vicar's wife |
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No-one stops to help they're far too busy |
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Trying to save their own lives |
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A tiny girl screams for mother |
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And wanders out into the street |
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I saw her going down underneath |
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A thousand people's running feet |
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Bombers fight at zero feet |
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Bombers fight at zero |
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All the junkies pulling needles from their arms |
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Hope it lasts all night |
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And all the soldiers curse the day they joined the army |
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And prepare to fight |
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In silent bars, in silent rooms, in silent cars |
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You hide where you can |
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And me I know just where you are, you see |
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I'm a bomber man |
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Bombers fight at zero feet |
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Bombers fight at zero |