There¡¯s one man left to thank
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Built it with his hands
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One man left to thank
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He didn¡¯t need to carve it into something
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Carve it into something new
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Carve it into something
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And there¡¯s plan A
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Take a seat A
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Watch them play
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Keep a receipt
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Sharpen up and carve them into something
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Carve it into something
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Carve ¡®em into something new
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Tell me what it is that you see
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With your stolen eyes
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And your singing one two three
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Open up my eyes
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My twin he tends to be me
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He walks abroad
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He like the broads
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While I smoke and shake alone at home
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Chewing on my bone
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Smash big boulders into stones
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Till I don't need no bit of faith
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Need no human race
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Though I read every review
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No one's got a fucking clue
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Sold his soul and bought new shoes
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You never choose
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You're born to lose
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By the end of the road
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Come on I need to know
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Like to craft the songs
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State where you belong
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And if you come from nowhere
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You'll end up straight back there
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You may as well
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Carve, carve, carve it into something
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Carve it into something new
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Carve it into something
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Carve it into something new
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Plan A
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| The Libertines |
