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By The Clash, When Johnny comes marching home again
Hurah, Tudah
He's coming
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By The Clash, This here finger of mine
Is gonna point to the beat,
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By The Clash, Radio Clash
First Night Back In London
Long Time Jerk
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By The Clash, Well they were given the grapes that go ripe in
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By The Clash, Back in the garage with my bullshit detector
Carbon monoxide
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By The Clash, I would love to be the lucky one on chill
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By The Clash, Do the worm on Acropolis
Slamdance the Cosmopolis
Enlighteen the populace
Hungry darkness
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By The Clash, the high street shops are boarded up
and the terrace, it
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By The Clash, I swear by Almighty God
To tell the whole truth
And nothing
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By The Clash, Hate and war - the only things we got today
An'
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By The Clash, Well, I got a friend who's a man
Who's the man?
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By The Clash, They cried the tears, they shed the fears
Up and down
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By The Clash, I'm breakin' rocks in a hot sun
I fought the law,
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By The Clash, If it's true that a rich man leads a sad
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By The Clash, Yankee soldier
He wanna shoot some skag
He met it in Cambodia
But
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By The Clash, *Left Channel*
Make sure!
Taking cover in the bunker tonight
Waiting for Bo
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By The Clash, The soldier boy for his soliders pay
Obeys the sergeant
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By The Clash, So you're on the floor, at 54
Think you can last
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By The Clash, Let me tell you 'bout Wayne and his deals of
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By The Clash, He's in love with rock'n'roll, woah
He's in love with gettin'
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By The Clash, Police walked in for Jimmy Jazz
I said he aint here
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By The Clash, It's Lucy in the sky and all kinds of apple
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By The Clash, Down the road came a Junco Partner
For he was loaded
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By The Clash, I wasn't going that far
The junkie slip!
I said I wasn't
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By The Clash, stay around on't play around
this old town and all
seems like
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By The Clash, In these days you can get no rice
No razor blades
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By The Clash, This is a public service announcement
With guitar!
Know your
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By The Clash, Elevator! Going up!
In the gleaming corridors of the 51st floor
The
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By The Clash, Everybody's looking for last gang in town
You better watch out
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By The Clash, Summon up the mas! Play on the pan!
Staring dreads are
