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Libertines : Singles

  1. Don't Look Back Into The Sun
  2. What A Waster
  3. You're My Waterloo

Don't Look Back Into The Sun

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D
Don't look back into the sun
Em
D
Now you know that your time has come
C
D
G
D
And they said that it'd never come for you, oh-oh-oh-oh Oh my friend you haven't changed Looking rough and living strange And I know the you've got a taste for it too, oh-oh-oh-oh
C
G
They'll never forgive you but they won't let you go (oh no!)
C
D
No she'll never forgive you but she won't let you go (oh no!) Don't look back into the sun You got your past, but you are on the run And all the lies you said, who did you save? When they played that song at the Death Disco It started fast but it ends so slow And all the time just reminded me of you Ah they will never forgive you but they won't let you go (let me go!) She'll never forgive you but she won't let you go, oh no

What A Waster

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D
What a waster, what a fucking waster
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Em
You pissed it all up the wall
Am
Round the corner where they chased her
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G
There's tears coming out from everywhere
Em
The city's hard, the city's fair
Am
D
Get back inside you've got nothing on
G
Em
Am
/g
Am
No mind your bleeding own you two bob cunt When she wakes up in the morning She writes down all her dreams Reads like the book of revelations Or the Beano or the unabridged Ulysses Oh I really wanna know So tell me, where does all the money go? Where does all the money go?
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) Straight, straight up her nose |
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/g
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And I never really liked it anyway
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Am
/g
Am
So much preferred it the other way, yeah What a divvy what a fucking div Talking like a moron, walking like a spiv I was laying in bed paying my rent She was knocking on the door for something That she lent her brother Meanwhile from under the covers she says Save me from tomorrow now, save me from tomorrow, oh
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Oh no not me |
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| And I never really liked it anyway So much preferred it the other way, yeah Never really liked it anyway So much preferred it the other way, yeah
Repeat intro
What a waster, what a fucking waster You pissed it all up the wall Round the corner where they chased her There's tears coming out from everywhere The city's hard, the city's fair Get back inside you've got nothing on No mind your bleeding own you two bob cunt
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B
Am

You're My Waterloo

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E
You'll never fumigate the demons
Am
F
E
No matter how much you smoke
C
E
Just say you love me for three good reasons
Am
F
E
And I'll throw you the rope, you don't need it 'Cause you are the survivor Of more than one life And you're the only lover I had Who ever slept with a knife But you're not Judy Garland Oh just like me, you've never really had a home (of your own) But I'm not Tony Hancock, baby Until the day we stone the crows
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E
We stone the crows |
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x4
And you see I've brought you flowers All collected from the Old Vic stage Well, I've been sitting here for hours, baby Just chasing these words across the page 'Cause you're my Waterloo Well, I be your Gypsy Lane I'm so glad we know just what to do And exactly who's to blame And you're my Waterloo I'll be your Stanley Park Well I'm so glad we know just what to do And no one's left, stumbling around
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E
Fumbling around
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(
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) Tumbling around in the dark |
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x4
Instrumental verse
Well, you're my Waterloo I'll be your Calvary I'm so glad we know just what to do And everyone's gonna be happy
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Everyone's gonna be happy
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E
A
Everyone's gonna be happy, but of course