Libertines : Up The Bracket

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Koreema know just what it is she does

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It can't be hard for her to get a buzz Down in the street below You can hear the drunken prophet sing "I know what's on your mind my boy I can see oh everything Lead pipes are fortune made well Take a tip from me

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Climb up to her window ledge or you'll forever be

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Just walking under ladders as the people round you hear you crying please"

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As the people round you hear you crying please" Who really knows just what it is she does It can't be hard for her To get a buzz The rapture of vertigo And letting go Me myself I was never sure Was it the liquor Or was it my soul?

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From way far across the sea

F

Came an Eritrean maiden she

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Had a one track mind and eyes for me

Gm

Half blinded in the war

Cm

With a pale young Anglican

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Who said he'd help her all he can

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Showed her Jesus and his little unholy friend

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She had no mind to please him

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Just say ta-ra and leave him behind There's a little boy in a stairwell who say "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 unholy friend If you really need it you mustn't leave it behind

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Please kill me no don't kill me

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But don't bring that ghost round to my door I don't wanna see them anymore

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Please kill me no don't kill me

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But don't bang on about yesterday I wouldn't know about that anyway Monkey asked the mouse before If she loved anybody more than he It turns you into stone Now I'm reversing down this lonely street To a cheap hotel when I can meet the past And pay it off and keep it sweet It's sweet like nothing at all Yes I've seen you there how could I help but stare It rips the heart out off your body Now I've taken far too much to think Or see or touch what's real I'm stranded on this street that Paved my only way home You really need it you just won't leave it behind He got nothing he got nothing at all

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I've been following

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Your mind's instructions

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Oh how just to slowly, sharply screw myself to death

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Ah yes, there is a screw

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G

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It's pointed at my head

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G

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Then look a dream peddler

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G

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And a stick of light through my bones

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"Don't get on the wrong one"

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"Oh you and you what's your game"

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Laying me down to waste laying me down

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Pin me up or put me down

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Uh uh uh uh oh, now let it all go

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It's a horror show, you should come on round

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A

Horror show, the horse is brown

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G

Uh uh oh, left something in Moscow

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She said "I'll show you a picture A picture of tomorrow There's nothing changing It's all sorrow

Back into the verse

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Oh no please don't show me

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G

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I'm a swine, you don't wanna know me"

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I've been following

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Your minds instructions

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Oh how just to slowly, sharply screw myself to death

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Ah yes, there is a screw, screw

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G

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It's pointed at my head Laying me down to waste laying me down Pin me up or put me down Uh uh uh uh oh, now let it all go It's a horror show, you should come on round Horror show, the horse is brown Uh uh oh, left something in Moscow

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G

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I've been following

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Your minds instructions

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Oh how just to slowly, sharply screw myself to death

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Ah yes, there is a screw

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G

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It's pointed at my head Laying me down to waste laying me down Pin me up or put me down Uh uh uh uh oh, now let it all go It's a horror show, you should come on round Horror show, the horse is brown Uh uh oh, left something in Moscow

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F#m

Did you see the stylish kids in the riot

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G

We were shovelled up like muck Set the night on fire

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Wombles bleed truncheons and shields

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A

You know I cherish you my love But there's a rumour spread nasty disease around town Caught round the houses with your trousers down A head-rush in the bush You know I cherish you my love

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A

How I cherish you my love

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Gm

What can you want now you've got it all

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She says it's obscene

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Time will strip it away

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A year and a day

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And Bill Bones Bill Bones he knows what I mean Yes it's eating no it's chewing me up It's not right for young lungs to be coughing up blood Oh it's all It's all in my hands And it's all up the walls The stale chips are up and the hopes stakes are down It's these ignorant faces that bring this town down Yeah I sighed and sunken with pride You know passed myself down on my knees Yes I passed myself down on my knees What can you want now you've got it all She says it's obscene Time will strip it away A year and a day And Bill Bones Bill Bones he knows what I mean There are fewer more distressing sights than that Of an Englishman in a baseball cap Yeah we'll die in the class we were born That's a class of our own my love Were in a class of our own my love Did you see the stylish kids in the riot We were shovelled up like muck Then set the night on fire Wombles bleed truncheons and shields You know I cherish you my love

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Oh how I cherish you my love

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You're walking like you never seen the light

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You're walking like it every night

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C

But I've never seen you dance and I've never heard you sing

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Dm

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So how can it mean a single thing? (It's all so rudimentary) You talking like you handy in a fight You talk about it every night But I never seen your flowers in the barrel of a gun All I ever seen you do is run (Not a rude boy, you're the gentry)

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Am

So tell me baby, how does it feel?

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I know you like the roll of the limousine wheel

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Am

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C

And they all get them out for, for the boys in the band (Only for the boys in the band)

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They scream and they shout for, for the boys in the band (They twist and they scream and shout, only for the boys in the band) You're walking like you never seen the light You're walking like it every night But then I stop to think and I ask myself why It's one of those things that darling you might try (All so rudimentary) Now I'm jealous I'm jealous of my own I've no homestead but through these hearts I will roam... And they all get them out for, for the boys in the band They scream and they shout for, for the boys in the band

Guitar break, then repeat chorus sections

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Ddim

If I get the call I will call across Radio America Right across America I will call Yes I will call all across Radio America Right across America I will call

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Em

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Em

D

If call I must do to take my love my love to you There a lovely young girl on? And all across Africa, China and Australia Call you down in New Mexico, New Brighton and Tokyo I will call If call I must do to take my love my love to you

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For well it may hap that these are they

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Your happiest days

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Oh my good old friend I see you chanced your arm again The red faced president Took afternoon tea with Her Majesty the Queen And they watched old films flicker across the old palace movie screen Crying what a shame as Julie slipped in the rain The poor dancing girl she won't dance again And they said it was a transmission to take my love my love to you

Intro

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Verse 1

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E

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Saw two shadow men on the Vallance Road

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Said they'd pay me for your address, I was so bold...

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They said, "You see these two cold fingers?

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C#m

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These crooked fingers I show? You a way to mean no"

Verse 2

A

... Well they didn't like that much I can tell you Said, "sunshine, I wouldn't wanna be in your shoes" And they chased me up three flights of stairs Caught me in the lift how I sighed and said, "Oh, you're impossible"

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Em

Dm

But it's just like he's in another world

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Cm

Bm

Doesn't see the danger on show

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He'll end up like Joseph bloody in a hole And it's just like she's in another world How they suit each other oh But you never get close (Impossible)

Intro

Verse 3

Saw the same two men on the Cally Road Said they'd double their offer I was so bold...

Chorus

Intro

Chorus

She never gets close That's close enough

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Em

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Am

I've got a little secret for ya

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Cmaj7

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G

Even now there's something to be proud about

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You come up the hard way

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C

And they remind you every day, "You're nothing"

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Oh my words in your mouth are mumbled all about

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You're like a journalist

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You can cut and paste and twist

Em

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Em

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You're awful

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Tell it to your king

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Go and tell him everything you know

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Tell him you know how I feel

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D

Em

Tell him you know how I feel at the palace gates

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I'm all levered off my face

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And I just can't work out what it's all about

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I see snakes in eyes

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And danger signs

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If you were late you mustn't dare complain

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And you won't like this at all

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Am

Em

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Em

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There's nothing to break your fall

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Oh tell it to your king

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Tell him everything you know

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D

Em

And you know how I feel out of place

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Until I've levered off my face

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G

And I can work out what you're on about

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Didn't they explain?

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Am

G

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You have to play the game

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Cmaj7

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D/f#

Johnny drinks and smokes his cares away

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His heart is in the lonely way

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G

Living in the ruins

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D7

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Of a castle built on sand

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The boy looked at Johnny And said, my word that was fun Oh well, he did it with his hat on And a saddle and a gun We're in slow motion eating breakfast At the side view hotel Oh sipping down fine Everything's going so well

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F#m

And New York city's very pretty in the night-time

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Oh, don't you miss Soho? Where everybody goes

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Li di di, li di di

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Li di di, li di di

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Li di di, li di di

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La la-la la la la The boy looked at Johnny Said, don't you know who I think I am? Well I knew you once before Now I'm trying all I can No no no no no Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah No no no no no Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah New York city's very pretty in the night-time Oh oh don't you miss Soho Where everybody goes Li di di, li di di Li di di, li di di Li di di, li di di La la-la la la la

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All out folks we are, round the bench in the park

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G

Are sisters in the dark today

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What a leap in mind, my soul has gone a little cold

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A

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A

Maybe, maybe next year if it isn't to fear

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A

G

We'll get ourselves some good time girls

B

Remember when you tried, you cried in many many ways

Em

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And he's crossing the road picking up his daily sport

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G#m

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F#

Oh no they're begging you, they're begging you

B

What will they do?

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A

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Oh no they're begging you, they're begging you

B

What will they do? And have you heard the singer said He's dead ringer for a fella I used to know Oh love she cried, well no, oh no it's a funny way to go And he's crossing the road picking up his daily sport Oh no they're begging you, they're begging you What will they do? Oh no they're begging you, they're begging you What will they do?

Em

Dm

G7

Queen Boadicea is long dead and gone Still then the spirit in her children's children's children, it lives on

Dm

Bb

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A

Dm

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A

But if you've lost your faith in love and music the end won't be long

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Because if it's gone for you then I too may lose it and that would be wrong

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Tried so hard to keep myself from falling back into my bad old ways

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And it chars my heart to always hear you calling, calling for the good old days

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'Cause there were no good old days

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These are the good old days

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And it's not about tenements and needles

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And all the evils in their eyes and the backs of their minds

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G

Daisy chains and schoolyard games

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A list of things we said we'd do tomorrow

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A list of things we said we'd do tomorrow

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Arcadia's dream so fallen through, but the Albion sails on course

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Let's man the decks and hoist the rigging, because the pig man's found the sauce

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And there's twelve rude boys on the oars

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You caught me in the middle dazed on the carpet

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I was following the lines that move like more snakes

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Thinking something ain't quite right

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You got the devil on your side standing to your right come on You caught me in the middle dazed and confused I was following the good steps fancy free and footloose And something ain't quite right But if you get them on your side then we'll have a good time come on

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I get along, I get along, I get along, I get along,.... It's coming out my ears so baby here's what we'll do There's ten for you and six for him and four for them and let me see Now something ain't quite right You can get them on your side then we'll have a good time come on

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G

I get along singing my song, people tell me I'm wrong

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Fuck 'em It's coming out my ears so baby here's what we'll do There's ten for you and six for him and four for them Now something ain't quite right You got the devil on your side standing to your right come on

Libertines : Up The Bracket
2002

Vertigo

Death On The Stairs

Horror Show

Time For Heroes

The Boys In The Band

Radio America

Up The Bracket

Tell The King

Boy Looked At Johnny

Begging

The Good Old Days

I Get Along

Libertines : Up The Bracket 2002

Vertigo

Death On The Stairs

Horror Show

Time For Heroes

The Boys In The Band

Radio America

Up The Bracket

Tell The King

Boy Looked At Johnny

Begging

The Good Old Days

I Get Along

Libertines : Up The Bracket
2002