[Damon Albarn:]
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Some stories told in London Town,
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From the east and the west we come,
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And we'll all feel better tomorrow,
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When the lord does come.
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[Kano:]
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It could a Cartier or a Rolex,
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Presidential threat to magary,
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Hang tight yes I can tell by the heartbeat,
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And you can probably take a pretty chick from a party,
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But guess what time don't wait for no man,
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Upside down from no sand it won't slow down,
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It's going it's going 'till it's gone,
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It feels right 'till you notice that it's gone,
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And why can't we all get along,
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It's peace whenever I turn the mic on,
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It's beef whenever I turn to violence,
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It's deep in the east I'm deep in the beats,
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I sleep on the beach and see my nephew it's E23,
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Am I easily pleased uum I just wanna clean up my community,
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And throw a party for the whole street hardly asking for a whole leap,
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It's deeper than music it's a movement now sing along to it
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[Chorus:]
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Lalalalalalalalalalalalalalala,
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But sometimes you have to fight hustle grind struggle,
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And you get no peace and too much trouble no range rover with rims on,
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Put your headphones on and sing along,
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Lalalalalalalalalalalalalalala,
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If you just get by the pence and ain't got no money for the rent,
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When your self motivations gone put your headphones on and sing along,
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Lalalalalalalalalalalalalalala,
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Some stories told in London Town
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From the east and the west we come,
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And we'll all feel better tomorrow,
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When the lord does come.
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[Kano:]
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Look times of the essence rhyming's a weapon,
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Metal detectors and lines at the entrance,
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See I made the news when my gig booed,
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Same show next year no violence at all,
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But no more rap breaks and academies,
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But I'd like to see them shut down McD's,
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Cause they shootin' nah made you look,
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Give a stage and a page from a check book,
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Did use a few G's to the police,
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Just to put a show on for the fans to see,
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If you listen the I'll spit the lyric,
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In N.W.A style and start killin' 'em
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Nah I just wanna make them see,
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Spit my verses say my piece,
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Get off my back it'll make my sleep,
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A hell of a lot easier this week,
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Cause time in the present life is a lesson,
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I'm still learning trying for perfection,
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I'm still giving you fire on the record,
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The vinyl's like Ryan Hughes fireballs,
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Yes I've got the road the world's my oyster,
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I want the globe it's DDDamon you already know,
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KKA N to the O if mumsies hardly at home,
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You and your bro share the same clothes,
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Work ain't done cause your baby sittin'
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Fell free sing along to the riddim
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[Chorus:]
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Lalalalalalalalalalalalalalala,
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If you grew up without no dad,
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And enerything you want you can't have,
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Lost love ones and you really miss em'
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Feel free sing along to the riddim,
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Lalalalalalalalalalalalalalala,
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Just feel free sing along to the riddim,
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Lalalalalalalalalalalalalalala,
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Some stories told in London Town,
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From the east and the west we come,
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And we'll all feel better tomorrow,
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When the lord does come
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Feel Free
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| Kano |
