I got 'round to singing 'bout
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this gang of gin I'm in
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then you'll know most certainly
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the kind of game i'm in
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just talking 'bout
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just slinging 'bout
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the gang of gin, I'm rollin' in, oh
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then you'll know, the kind of state I'm in
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who will buy my beautfil roses
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who will buy my beautiful so-ong
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who will buy my beautfil roses
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who will buy my beautiful so-ong
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oh in a nutshell
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in a nutshell, no
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in a nutshell
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in a nutshell
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I got 'round to singin' 'bout
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this gang of gin I'm in
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oh then you'll know
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the kind of game i'm in
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she was getting pally
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with the scally in the alley
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giving head for gear
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called a spade a spade
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got a slit from ear to ear
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who will buy my beautiful roses
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who will buy my beautiful so-ongs
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who will buy my beautiful roses
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who will buy my beautiful song
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well I show no decorum
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spill my heart out on the forum
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it's like a snapshot of
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the most tragic day
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I would tell you my story,
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but treachery it bores me
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carl and mcgee both promised me
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it would not happen this way
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carl is kept sedated
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the frontman elevated
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and Mcgee doing all he can
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to ruin my band
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and keep me out the way
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in this industry of fools,
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muscle men and ghouls
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if you're not a puppet or a muppet
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then you might as well call it a day,
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ay-ay
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the truth it gets distorted
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the wall scrapings get snorted
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I'm welcome back
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if I give up crack
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but you gave me
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my first pipe anyway, no
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can't show no decorum
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post left on the forum
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it's like a snapshot of
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the most tragic day
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oh yay
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Gang of gin
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| The Libertines |
