The very first stop was the bucket shop
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To pick the pieces of your life up
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And scream looking out at all you despise
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You're thinking back to the Chicken Shack
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And the smashing of the glass and the knife in the back
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Well, my boy who would believe your lies, all your lies
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No-one's going to sell you and the alibis (alibis)
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Well dirty small town girls
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How I wish you were here now
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And show me how to be a man
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As only you can, as only you can
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White city girls
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Well someone said you were an angel
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Only what kind of angel...
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Would whisper hello and shout goodbye
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My white city girl
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I've seen you go down one too many times
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It chills my bones to sing that now
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And it's getting hard to cope
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You said you live your life by the Albion creed
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So pure in thoughts and words indeed
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Well oh my boy what did you gain?
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Just empty bottles and stubs up your root
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And holes in the heels of your cowboy boots
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Well that made you never forget your name or your lies
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No-one's going to sell you or the alibis (alibis)
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Bucket Shop
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| The Libertines |
