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London today

Into the lead spin broken bottles and knives appear locked by electric sparks that bring you back to life over the once warren where rabbits roamed we go shoplifting in London so fare The Police turn a blind eye Its maud parlez vous Francais Into the dark where English is not heard London spins the serpents of the Thames are half lionized Who needs excuses into the grim where the exposed suburbs are sullied

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