I have my Brixton briefcase, from across the pond
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London's burning, but the beat the goes on
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Feel my power, the electrical life
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Real rude boys, own the town tonight
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And we don't need no fighting, all these beautiful birds around
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The liquor touch like lightning, as soon as the sun goes down
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Turn it on
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Oh, turn it on
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Turn it on
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Oh, turn it on
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I got a Brixton briefcase, Ministry of Sound
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The walls between us, they could tear them down
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It's a Brixton briefcase, that's such a sin
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Blokes get spat on, they get a Chelsea grin
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Whoa, do you hear the chorus
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Smile and sing along
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Shake your arse for me, mamma
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They're playing your favorite song
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Turn it on
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Oh, turn it on
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Turn it on
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Oh, turn it on
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Worn off records, nothing soft
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Turn it a bit louder, tell Old Bill "fuck off"
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To all my family, and all my friends
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Have to ride that train, or then wait to the ends
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Oh, aren't you a nosy little neighbor, pretending to be posh
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Burning the music won't save us, only a wine coloured citric wash
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Get on
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Get it on, get on
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Get it on
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Turn it on
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I got a Brixton briefcase
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Feel my power
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I got a Brixton briefcase
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Feel my power
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Brixton Briefcase
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Chase & Status |