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There’s a fire on the London Bridge,

Smoke black like the night rose higher,

There’s a hole and up through which

Red flames like cathedral spires

Red flame like cathedral spires

And the crossbeams split in two

Bails of water to buy some time

Now I’m feeling like I can break through,

Like a madman trying to speak his mind,

There’s no time (there’s no time, there’s no time)

So call your kettle black

Believe me boy you can never go back

This life you left at dawn

You gotta cross your rubicon

You gotta cross your rubicon

So you flee the city

You drop it all and just get out

From the hills you say “it sure looks pretty”

The same flames that burned our house

The same flames that burned our house

So call your kettle black…

So call your kettle black…

There’s a fire on the London Bridge,

Smoke black like the night rose higher,

There’s a hole and up through which

Red flames like cathedral spires

Red flame like cathedral spires