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The toAwers of London, tDhese crumbling rocks A
Reality eDstates that the hero's gF#mot
And every hour's Bmmarked by the chime of a Gclock
And Awhatcha gonna do when the Adarkness surrounds?
You can Apiss in the lifts which have Dbroken down
You can F#mwatch from the debris the A/Elast bedroom Dlight
We're inF#mvisible here just DpastD/E midnAightD F#m D
The wives hate their husbands and their husbands don't care
Their children daub slogans to prove they lived there
A giant pipe organ up in the air
You can't live in a home which should not have been built
By the bourgeoise clerks who bear no guilt
When the wind hits this building this building it tilts
One day it will surely fall to the ground...
Fear is just another commodity here
They sell us peeping holes to peek when we hear
A bang on the door resoundingly clear
Who would really want to move in here?
The children play faraway, the corridors are bare
This room is a cage its like captivity
How can anyone exist in such miserAy? D
DIt has been saiAd Dnot only herAe D Bm G
A"Allianza dolDlars are spent
ATo raise the towering Dbuildings
AFor the weary bones Dof the workers
BmTo go back in the GmorningA
To be strong in the morning"
ATabDlatAureD PaAge|D SaBmndinGista!| London's
Contribuição: rodrigo alan feltrin ferraz(email protected)
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