From way far across the sea
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Came an eritrean maiden she
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Had a one track mind and eyes for me
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Half blinded in the war
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With a pale young Anglican
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Who said he'd help her all he can
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Showed her Jesus and his little un-holy friend
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She had no mind to please him
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Just say 'ta-ra' and leave him behind
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There's a little boy in a stairwell who says
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"I hate people like you"
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Got matches & cable TV half of less than 50p
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We all clambered over the balcony
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Banging on the window waking Steve
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Bringing with a true love his un-holy friend
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If you really need it
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You just won't leave it behind
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So baby please kill me
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Oh baby don't kill me
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But don't bring that ghost round to my door
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I don't wanna see him anymore
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Please kill me
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Oh baby don't kill me
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Just don't bang on about yesterday
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I wouldn't know about that anyway
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Monkey asked the mouse before
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If she loved anybody more than he
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It turns you into stone
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Now I'm reversing down the lonely street
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To a cheap hotel when I can meet the past
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And pay it off and keep it sweet
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It's sweet like nothing no
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It's just like nothing at all
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Yes I've seen you there
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How could I help but stare
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It rips the heart out off your baby
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Now I've taken far too much to see
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Or think or touch what's real
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I'm stranded on this street that
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Paved my only way home
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You really need it oh
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You just won't leave it behind
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So baby please kill me
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Oh baby don't kill me
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But don't bring that ghost round to my door
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I don't wanna see him anymore
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Please kill me
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Oh baby don't kill me
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But don't bang on about yesterday
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I wouldn't know about that anyway
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Oh no
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He got nothing he got nothing at all
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Death On The Stairs
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The Libertines |