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Bucket ShopYour very first stop was the Bucket Shop
To pick the pieces of your life up
And scream looking glass at all that you despise
You're thinking back to the Chicken Shack
And the smashing of the glass
And the knife in the back
Well my boy who will believe your lies
All your lies
And no one's going to sell you any alibis
Alibis
Well dirty small town girls
How I wish you were here now
And show me how to be the man, you know
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
I've seen you go down and one too many times
It chills my bones to sing that line
Oh I love her
And this aching heart of mine
You said you live your life by the Albion creed
So pure in thought and word and deed
Well oh my boy what did you gain
Just empty bottles and stubs out your roots
And holes in the heels of your cowboy boots
That means she'll never forget your name
Or your lies
And no ones going to sell you any alibis
Alibis
Lyrics taken from the Official Libertines Site, special thanks to Kirsty W and Kirsty R.
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