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The of the Libertines
Is really tame
It rages nigh here beside you
And your lust for
But fame is such a game, I know...
It could all end this way
Some things won't be the
Oh a face, and a name on a page
But I'll be soundly
I'll be sleeping
sleep right through that age

Cause I can with all...
The blood on my
The holes in my
My spirit is
All my are painted

Am so long as you...
You forget to... oh uh ow
Cut me on the
By the of all the things
I couldn't say

Shove me up the
Oh my (oh Poor Cow)
It was a kind of
But you've left me in the way again

The dust on my
Really can be
I need to it more often
I to shake away the blame

Oh well, fame is such a game, I know...
The taste of goulash in your
As you offstage...
Forget-me-nots bloom on day then
But whither with age

Oh I can with all...
The blood on my
The holes in my
My spirit is
All my tears are

Am so long as you...
You don't to... oh uh ow
Cut me on the
By the graffiti of all the
I couldn't say

Oh won't you me up the wall
Oh Cow
It was a of loving
But you've left me in the way again