| I don’t believe in anything
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| They tell me’s set in stone
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| They say that we’re together
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| But I’m sat here on my own
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| In the company of strangers
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| This trigger happy scene
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| Well, if a heart do like a hind
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| Then there is nothing in between
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| Oh no, no, I don’t mind
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| Oh no, no, I don’t mind
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| 'Cause I can call someone to bring the fight on
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| (The doctors and the dealers)
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| Get someone to shed some light on
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| (Miracle cure, soul stealers)
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| Crack pot quacks with cracked up egos
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| (Prescribing old placebos)
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| Collecting junk that we don’t need, no
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| I see them now and then
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| Still spitting out those lies
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| Strange it doesn’t bother me
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| I’ve got my own disguise
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| And there’s really not that much of me
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| For Jesus left to save
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| If savings only bartering
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| My soul can be his pay
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| Oh no, no, I don’t mind
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| Oh no, no, I don’t mind
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| 'Cause I can call someone to bring the fight on
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| (The doctors and the dealers)
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| Yes, someone to shed some light on
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| (Miracle cure soul stealers)
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| Crack pot quacks with cracked up egos
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| (Prescribing old placebos)
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| Collecting junk that we don’t need, no
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| You got the ball
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| I was lucky to get the chain
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| But now I have to watch the crowds
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| Haphazardly chasing down the drain
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| So what does it do?
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| Nothing for me
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| What about you?
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| The doctors and the dealers
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| The doctors and the dealers
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| The doctors and the dealers
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| They come to you
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| They come to me
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| They come in droves
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| Oh, one, two, three
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| They come to you
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| They come to me
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| They come in droves
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| Oh, one, two, three
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| They come to you
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| They come to me
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| They come in droves
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| Oh, one, two, three
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| They come to you
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| Oh, they come to me
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| They come in droves
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| Oh, one, two, three
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| They come to me |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Doctors & Dealers , by - Dirty Pretty Things. Song from the album Waterloo To Anywhere, in the genre Иностранный рок