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Standard tuning
MIm DO
London calling to the faraway towns
SOL
Now that war is declared-and battle come down
MIm DO
London calling to the underworld
SOL
Come out of the cupboard, all you boys and girls
MIm DO
London calling, now don't look at us
SOL
All that phoney beatlemania has bitten the dust
MIm DO
London calling, see we ain't got no swing
SOL
'cept for the ring of that truncheon thing
Chorus
MIm SOL
The ice age is coming, the sun is zooming in
MIm SOL
Engines stop running and the wheat is growing thin
MIm SOL
A nuclear error, but I have no fear
MIm RE MIm
London is drowning-and I live by the river
London calling to the imitation zone
Forget it, brother, an' go it alone
London calling upon the zombies of death
Quit holding out-and draw another breath
London calling-and I don't wanna shout
But when we were talking-i saw you nodding out
London calling, see we ain't got no highs
Except for that one with the yellowy eyes
Chorus
For the outro just play the last line of the chorus.
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