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Lust of the libertines |
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Is really quite tame |
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It rages quiet nigh here beside you |
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And your lust for fame |
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Well fames such a sinister game |
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I know |
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It could all end this way then |
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Some things won't be the same |
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I'm just a face and a name on a page |
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Well I'll be soundly sleeping |
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I'll be soundly sleeping |
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I'll sleep right through that age |
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Well I can deal with all the blood on my shoes |
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And the holes in my soul |
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My spirit is tainted all my tears are fainted |
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Just as long as you |
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You don't forget to |
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Uh-oh-oh |
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Cut me on the wall |
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By the graffiti of all the thing I just couldn't say |
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Shove me up the wall |
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Oh my darling was the kind of loving now |
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You've left me in the family way again |
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The dust on my tambourine |
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Really can be explained |
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I need to shake it more often |
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Shake away the blame |
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Well fame's such a sinister game |
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Oh I know |
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The taste of goulash in your mouth as you stumble of stage |
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Forget-me-nots bloom on this day then |
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But they wither with age |
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Oh I can deal with all the blood on my shoes |
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And the holes in my soul |
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My spirit is tainted all my tears are fainted |
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Just as long as you |
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You don't forget to |
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Uh-oh-oh |
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Cut me on the wall |
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By the graffiti of all the thing I just couldn't say |
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Shove me up the wall |
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Oh you poor cow was the kind of loving now |
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You've left me in the family way again |
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Poor thing |
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Sha-la-la-la-la-la-la |
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Sha-la-la-la-la-la-la |
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Sha-la-la-la-la-la-la |
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Sha-la-la-la-la-la-la |
