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Lust Of The LibertinesThe lust of the libertines
Is really quite tame
And it rages quiet now here beside you
And your lust for fame
Well, fame is such a sinister game
It will all end this way then
Some things wonÔŅĹt be the same
Just a face and a name
On a page
But IÔŅĹll be soundly sleeping
And IÔŅĹll sleep right through this age
ÔŅĹCause I can deal with all
The blood on my shoes
And the holes in my soul
The spirit all tainted
Oh, my tears are painted
Just so long as you
You donÔŅĹt forget to, oh
Cut me on the wall
By the graffiti
Of all the things I just couldnÔŅĹt say
Shove me up the wall
Oh, my darling, it was a kind of lovinÔŅĹ but
YouÔŅĹve left me in that family way again
The dust on my tambourine
Really canÔŅĹt be explained
Well, i need to shake it more often!
I need to shake away the blame
FameÔŅĹs such a sinister game
Taste of goulash in your mouth
As you stumble off stage
I can deal with all
The blood on my shoes
And the holes in my soul
My spirit all tainted
Oh, my tears are painted
But just so long as you
You donÔŅĹt forget to, oh
Cut me on the wall
By the graffiti
Of all the things I just couldnÔŅĹt say
Well, shove me up the wall
Oh, my darling, it was a kind of lovinÔŅĹ but
YouÔŅĹve left me in that family way again
Shalalala-la-la
Shalalala lala la la-la-la
Shalalala-la-la
Shalalala lala la la-la-la
Shalalala-la-la
Shalalala lala la la-la-la
Shalalala-la-la
Shalalala laa la-laa la-la-la
Pete's variations
...and all your lust for fame
Well, fame is a sinister game, I know
It could all end this way then...
IÔŅĹll be soundly sleeping, soundly sleeping [or "IÔŅĹll be soundly sleeping" twice]
IÔŅĹll sleep right through this age...
Alternate lyrics
[Well, fameÔŅĹs such a sinister game, oh I know]
Taste of goulash in your mouth
As you stumble off stage
Well, forget-me-nots bloom on this day then [sometimes he repeats this line]
But they wither with age...
Of all the things that I just couldnÔŅĹt say
Shove me up the wall
Oh well, you poor cow, it was a kind of lovinÔŅĹ but...
SinginÔŅĹ shalalala...
Lyrics sent in by inkylibertine, thank you so much :)
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