| Lust of the libertines
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| Is really quite tame
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| It rages quiet nigh here beside you
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| And your lust for fame
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| Well fames such a sinister game
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| 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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| I’m just a face and a name on a page
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| Well 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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| Well I can deal with all the blood on my shoes
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| And the holes in my soul
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| My spirit is tainted all my tears are fainted
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| Just as long as you
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| You don’t forget to
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| Uh-oh-oh
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| Cut me on the wall
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| By the graffiti of all the thing I just couldn’t say
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| Shove me up the wall
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| Oh my darling was the kind of loving now
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| 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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| Shake away the blame
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| Well fame’s such a sinister game
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| Oh I know
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| The taste of goulash in your mouth as you stumble of stage
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| Forget-me-nots bloom on this day then
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| But they wither with age
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| Oh I can deal with all the blood on my shoes
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| And the holes in my soul
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| My spirit is tainted all my tears are fainted
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| Just as long as you
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| You don’t forget to
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| Uh-oh-oh
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| Cut me on the wall
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| By the graffiti of all the thing I just couldn’t say
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| Shove me up the wall
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| Oh you poor cow was the kind of loving now
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| You’ve left me in the family way again
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| Poor thing
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| Sha-la-la-la-la-la-la
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| Sha-la-la-la-la-la-la
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| Sha-la-la-la-la-la-la
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| Sha-la-la-la-la-la-la |