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Dirty Pretty Things
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Doctors & Dealers
Lyricist:Carl Barat, David Jonathan Hammond, Gary Powell, Anthony Rossomondo
I don't believe in anything They tell me's set in stone They say that were together But I'm sat here on my own
In the company of strangers This trigger happy scene Well, if a heart do like a hind Then there is nothing in between
Oh no, no, I don't mind Oh no, no, I don't mind
'Cause I can call someone to bring the fight on (The doctors and the dealers) Get someone to shed some light on (Miracle cure, soul stealers)
Crack pot quacks with cracked up egos (Prescribing old placebos) Collecting junk that we don't need, no
I see them now and then Still spitting out those lies Strange it doesn't bother me I've got my own disguise
And there's really not that much of me For Jesus left to save If savings only bartering My soul can be his pay
Oh no, no, I don't mind Oh no, no, I don't mind
'Cause I can call someone to bring the fight on (The doctors and the dealers) Yes, someone to shed some light on (Miracle cure soul stealers) Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com
Crack pot quacks with cracked up egos (Prescribing old placebos) Collecting junk that we don't need, no
You got the ball I was lucky to get the chain But now I have to watch the crowds Haphazardly chasing down the drain
So what does it do? Nothing for me What about you?
The doctors and the dealers The doctors and the dealers The doctors and the dealers
They come to you They come to me They come in droves Oh, one, two, three
They come to you They come to me They come in droves Oh, one, two, three
They come to you They come to me They come in droves Oh, one, two, three
They come to you Oh, they come to me They come in droves Oh, one, two, three
They come to me
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