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I had no idea where I was goingHow I lived or what I did herehie yawning guifbetweenHangs like a rope from a wooden beamBreathing life into these stone-cold lipsPutting gas in this battered old stretch limousineCity of LondonAbove this unquiet graveI smell the smell of decayAnd stumble through the streets of greyIt never rains but it sometimes doesPlease, sir, can I have some more?How long can you carry on?Till the empire's built and die empire's goneCity of LondonTen square miles of hurt and how the dirt is doneCity of London, take off your clothesCity of London, tip your hatAnd show me your balding scalpThe empire's goneGo directly to the graveyardSling your hook along the wayLetras de cancionesDo not pause to ask directionsthere are no signs along die wayDo not ask friends or strangersThey will not know the wayYour whole life flashes before youIn the most unsatisfactory wayDrink and drugs, they weren't the problemWeren't what got you in the endCity of LondonTen square miles of hurt and how the dirt is doneSometimes you see things and you know they're evilLike a face, or a dog, or a placeI've got problems you wouldn't believeBut I'm not quite ready to talk about themCity of London, take off your clothesCity of London, tip your hatAnd show me your balding scalpThe empire's gone From Letras Mania