The snakes they can crawl
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And the cheetahs they can bawl
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And their ghosts can wait for the hereafter
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But if you are so proud
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As to say that's not allowed
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We will get sick and choke ourselves with laughter
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And the girlfriends that you knew
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To whom you promised to be true
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We'll have their sisters
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Hanging from the rafters
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And every dirty shade will rise rotting from the grave
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Tomorrow will be just like the day after
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And this bitter desert wind
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Will come ripping through your skin
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And everything that's calm will turn to madness
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And all of your fake tears
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Will come whirling down the years
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And what was kind and warm will come to sadness
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And the sun and the moon
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Will come begging at your door
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The stars will turn to rust
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And drop from the skies
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And everybody will soon be asking you for more
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And everybody will be telling lies
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And the girlfriends that you knew
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To whom you promised to be true
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We'll have their sisters
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Hanging from the rafters
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And every dirty shade will rise rotting from the grave
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Tomorrow will be just like the day after
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The Sun And The Moon
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| The Pogues |
