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1. As the Clash once sang…

   When they kick at your front door
   How you gonna come?
   With your hands on your head
   Or on the trigger of your gun

   When the law break in
   How you gonna go?
   Shot down on the pavement
   Or waiting on death row

   You can crush us
   You can bruise us
   But you’ll have to answer to
   Oh, the guns of Brixton

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