From Willesden to Cricklewood
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I tell you the town looked good
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Walking lonely avenues
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Where rhinestone cowboys find the blues
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There's people in doing their thing
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Gettin' all the mozzarella in
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And the passing time and phassing moons
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Words flying in cloudy rooms
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Plastic bags, milk and eggs
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The poor old crone's got aching legs
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How I would love to speak
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To everybody on the street
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Just for once to break the rules
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I know it would be so cool
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From Willesden to Cricklewood
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From Willesden to Cricklewood
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From Willesden to Cricklewood
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Come with me and be no good
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Be a mad man on the street
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Sing something out like reet petite
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Let's hip-hop at traffic lights
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Ten thumbs up and smilin' bright
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Crossing all the great divides
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Color, age and heavy vibes
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From Willesden to Cricklewood
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I tell you the town looked good
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From Willesden to Cricklewood
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From Willesden to Cricklewood
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Oh, let's go down to Al Rashid's
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All the Aussie lagers are on me
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Now you've got the Absinthe out
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Your old mother, she wants a stout
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From Willesden to Cricklewood
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As I went it all looked good
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Thought about my babies grown
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Thought about going home
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Thought about what's done is done
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We're alive and that's the one
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From Willesden to Cricklewood
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From Willesden to Cricklewood
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Oh, let's go down to Al Rashid's
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All the Aussie lagers are on me
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Now you've got the Absinthe out
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Your old mother, she wants a stout
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From Willesden to Cricklewood
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I tell you the town looked good
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From Willesden to Cricklewood
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From Willesden to Cricklewood
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Willesden To Cricklewood
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| Joe Strummer & The Mescaleros |
