Londons Burning

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A little boy and me when fishing in a wooden boat
Sitting there for hours in the cold
Patience is a virtual till we die
Then a ripple in the water caught my eye

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Some times we don't know what were waiting for
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and thats the time to be the first one on the dance floor

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we go from green to blue to gold to black

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Breathe deep who knows how long this will last