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« Looking for a friend, looking everywhere Walked along the boulevard, the boulevard of friends All those mild mannered friends I’ve got They’re careless and they fall down All over the place, all over town I don’t want them talking to me ‘Cause I’m leaving it, leaving it, leaving it up to you Have to leave it, leave it, leave it up to you All the buildings are breaking down Like the whispering in your heart And it’s sordid how life goes on When I could take you apart And if you give me half a chance I’d do it now, I’d do it now, right now, you fascist I know we could all feel safe like Sharon Tate We could give it all up, we could give, give, give it all up And the newspapers, oh the newspapers They’d be listening, listening to me giving it to you And the radio, what about the radios? They’d be listening to me giving it to you Right mama, damn right mama I hear hissing, I hear hissing in the distance I hear the tanks crawling They’re crawling over the hill, they’re crawling over the hill Like rattlesnakes in the desert sun They’re blistering up my spell, they’re blistering it up They’re breaking it up, they’re breaking up my spell And what else is there, what else have I got? What else have I got but that spell? Ah, leaving it, leaving it, I’m leaving it up to you Leaving it, leaving it, leaving it up to you Leaving it, leaving it, leaving it in the cloakroom for you I’ve got to give it up, I’ve got to give it up, give it up Up, up, give it up I can’t take it

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we’re an american band

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By Guy Mercier 20 septembre, 2013

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« Looking for a friend, looking everywhere Walked along the boulevard, the boulevard of friends All those mild mannered friends I’ve got They’re careless and they fall down All over the place, all over town I don’t want them talking to me ‘Cause I’m leaving it, leaving it, leaving it up to you Have to leave it, leave it, leave it up to you All the buildings are breaking down Like the whispering in your heart And it’s sordid how life goes on When I could take you apart And if you give me half a chance I’d do it now, I’d do it now, right now, you fascist I know we could all feel safe like Sharon Tate We could give it all up, we could give, give, give it all up And the newspapers, oh the newspapers They’d be listening, listening to me giving it to you And the radio, what about the radios? They’d be listening to me giving it to you Right mama, damn right mama I hear hissing, I hear hissing in the distance I hear the tanks crawling They’re crawling over the hill, they’re crawling over the hill Like rattlesnakes in the desert sun They’re blistering up my spell, they’re blistering it up They’re breaking it up, they’re breaking up my spell And what else is there, what else have I got? What else have I got but that spell? Ah, leaving it, leaving it, I’m leaving it up to you Leaving it, leaving it, leaving it up to you Leaving it, leaving it, leaving it in the cloakroom for you I’ve got to give it up, I’ve got to give it up, give it up Up, up, give it up I can’t take it

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