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• Artiste: Libertines (The)
• Titre: Bucket Shop
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First stop was the bucket shop To pick the pieces of your life up And scream looking glad Since all that you despised You're thinking back to the Chicken Shack And the smashing of the glass And the knife in the back, well My boy who would've believed your lies? All your lies? And no-one's going to sell you any alibis Alibis You dirty small town girls How I wish you were here now And show me how to be the man, I'm your man As only you can, as only you can My White City girl Well someone said you were an angel Only what kind of angel Would whisper 'hello' And shout 'goodbye' My White City girl And I've seen you go down On one too many times It chills my bones to seem that way Oh that way And this aching heart of mine You said you live your life by the Albion creed So pure in thoughts and word and deed Well, oh my boy, what did you gain? Just empty bottles and ... roots And holes in the years of your cowboy boots And that makes she'll never forget your name Or your lies... And no-one's going to sell you any alibis Alibis