Woorden: The Libertines. Plan A.

Theres one man left to thank
Built it with his hands
One man left to thank
He didnt need to carve it into something
Carve it into something new
Carve it into something

And theres plan A
Take a seat A
Watch them play
Keep a reciept
Sharpen up and carve them into something
Carve it into something
Carve em into something new

Tell me what it is that you see
With your stolen eyes
And your singing one two three
Open up my eyes

My twin he tends to be me
He walks aborad
He like the broads
While i soak and shake alone at home
....Smash stones
I dont need no bit of faith
Need no human race
Though i read every review
No ones got a fucking clue

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Like to .....
And if you come from no where
You'll end up straight back there
You may aswell
Carve carve carve it into something new
Carve it into something
Carve it into something new