The lust of the libertines

The Lust of the libertines
Really cant be explained
It rages quiet now here beside you
And your lust for fame
But fame is such a sinister game.
It could all end this way then
Some things won't be the same
Just a face and a name on a page

But i'll be soundly sleeping
(I'll be soundly sleeping)
I'll sleep right through this age

Cause i can deal with all...
The blood on my shoes
And the holes in my soul.
My spirit is tainted
All my tears are painted
Just so long as you.
You don't forget to
Cut me on the wall
By the graffiti of all the things
I just couldn't say
Shove me up the wall
Oh my darling
It was a kind of loving,
but you've left me in the family way again. The dust on my tambourine
Really can't be explained
I need to shake it more often
I need to shake away the blame
But i'll be soundly sleeping, the taste of goulash in your mouth,
as you stumble offstage

Oh, I can deal with all...
The blood on my shoes and the holes in my soul.
My spirit is tainted
All my tears are painted
Just so long as you.
You don't forget too, oh uh ow

Cut me on the wall
By the graffiti of all the things
I just couldn't say
Shove me up the wall
Oh, my darling
It was a kind of loving,
but you've left me in the family way again.

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