The Lust of the Libertines
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Is really quite tame
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It rages quietly nigh here beside you
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And your lust for fame
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But fame is such a sinister game, I know...
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It could all end this way then
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Some things won't be the same
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Oh just a face, and a name on a page
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But I'll be soundly sleeping
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I'll be soundly sleeping
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I'll sleep right through that age
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Cause I can deal with all...
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The blood on my shoes
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The holes in my soul
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My spirit is tainted
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All my tears are painted
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Am just so long as you...
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You don't forget to... oh uh ow
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Cut me on the wall
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By the graffiti of all the things
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I just couldn't say
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Shove me up the wall
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Oh my darling (oh Poor Cow)
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It was a kind of loving
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But you've left me in the family way again
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The dust on my tambourine
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Really can be explained
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I need to shake it more often
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I need to shake away the blame
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Oh well, fame is such a sinister game, I know...
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The taste of goulash in your mouth
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As you stumble offstage...
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Forget-me-nots bloom on this day then
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But they whither with age
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Oh I can deal with all...
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The blood on my shoes
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The holes in my soul
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My spirit is tainted
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All my tears are painted
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Am just so long as you...
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You don't forget to... oh uh ow
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Cut me on the wall
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By the graffiti of all the things
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I just couldn't say
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Oh won't you hove me up the wall
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Oh Poor Cow
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It was a kind of loving
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But you've left me in the family way again
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Lust Of The Libertines
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Babyshambles |