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Specials The In The Studio

The bright lights, the bright lights, the bright lights The bright lights, the bright lights, the bright lights I thought I might move down to London

Looking at the world, through lace curtains Would they like you out there? You're not certain Scared of walking down the street You never know who you

Free Nelson Mandela Free free Free free free Nelson Mandela Free Nelson Mandela 21 years in captivity Shoes too small to fit his feet His body abused

Hello and how are you, and how do you do and who is that girl standing right next to you? and what is her name, and what does she do? I'm looking at

Bombs to settle arguments, the order of the boot Can you hear them crying in the rubble of Beirut? I can still see people dying, now who takes the blame