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the libertines Up the Bracket Death on the Stairs From way far across the sea came and Eritrean maiden she had a one track mind and eyes for me half blinded in the war with a pale young Anglican who said he'd help her all he can showed her Jesus and his little un-holy friend She had no mind to please him just say "ta-ra" and leave him behind There's a little boy in a stairwell who says "I hate people like you got matches and cable TV, half of less than 50p." We all clambered over the balcony banging on the window waking Steve bringing with a new love his un-holy friend If you really need it you mustn't leave it behind Monkey asked the mouse before If she loved anybody more than he - it turns you into stone now I'm reversing down the lonely street to a cheap hotel where I can meet the past and pay it off and keep it sweet Its sweet like nothing at all Yes I've seen u there U know I couldn't help but stare? It rips the heart out of your baby Now I've taken far too much to think or see or touch what's real, I'm stranded on this street which once paved my only way home He got nothing He got nothing at all |
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