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Babyshambles Other

I always flirt with death I could kill, but I don't care about it I can face your threats Stand up tall and scream and shout about it I think I'm on

A little death around the eyes Take your medicine in your hotel room That's your medicine Better rest on all fours That's your medicine In a nut shell

Well it's a long, long way, oooh From Bollywood to Battersea Bollywood to Battersea Bollywood to Battersea La la la la I was a child of the pound and

spent his nights in flights of fancy Met two fellas over gin and mixes They talked for a while and soon got the picture One was a soaped-up soho mincer The other

How d'you choose between death and glory? How d'you choose between death and glory? Happy endings don't bore me Happy endings, they never bored me

We've been running round this world too much, girl Trying not to see But no freer then, we can see again Now the old corruption packed its ransom sack

Once upon a time Once upon a time When the cold wind now blows When the cold wind now blows in my heart It was a summer breeze And she would meet me

The Lust of the Libertines Is really quite tame It rages quietly nigh here beside you And your lust for fame But fame is such a sinister game, I know

Are you still talking to All of those dead film stars Like you used to And are you still thinking of All of those pretty rhymes And perfect crimes Like