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6 September 2010
first stop was the bucket shop... to pick the pieces of your life up
and scream looking glad ...since all that you despised
youre thinking back to the chicken shack, and thesmashing of the glass, and the knife in the back..well
my boy, who wouldve ...believedyour lies? all your lies?
and no-ones going tosellyou any alibis, alibis.
you dirty small town girls..how i wish you were here now
and show me how to bethe man, im 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 ive 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 shell never... forget your name, or your lies
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