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Jack Crabtree
Jack Crabtree
Songwriter
Adam Whittaker
Adam Whittaker
Songwriter
Alex Waite
Alex Waite
Songwriter
Theo Fieldhouse
Theo Fieldhouse
Songwriter

Letra

There's fighting in the streets There's writing on the walls There's a city burning And we can see it all The angry mob's in the square And they ain't going home And here we are surrounded by this endless chaos, all alone It's not, to say, that we weren't trapped here either way Who's right, who's wrong, there's something eerie going on Panic on the news You've got to stay indoors Rules are for safety of the population, including yours And nobody can come, and nobody can leave They'll watch every move you make, every step you take every breath you breathe It's not, to say, that we weren't trapped here either way Who's right, who's wrong, there's something eerie going on Time's up, truth's out, gather round and hear what it's all about I won't sit through this no-more We'll get through the night We'll get through the night We'll get through the night We'll get through the night We'll get through the night We'll get through the night We'll get through the night We'll get through the night We'll get through the night We'll get through the night We'll get through the night We'll get through the night We'll get through the night We'll get through the night We'll get through the night We'll get through the night It's not, to say, that we weren't trapped here either way Who's right, who's wrong, there's something eerie going on Time's up, truth's out, gather round and hear what it's all about I won't sit through this no-more
Writer(s): Alex Waite, Adam Whittaker, Theo Fieldhouse, Jack Crabtree Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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