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Franz Ferdinand Other

It's always better on holiday That's why we only work when we need the money Jacqueline was seventeen and working on the desk of the poetry library

I'm so free I could lacerate Rip the robes right off my chest I fly high above the Muscovites' sky I'm going to rip, rip, I'll never rest I'm going

My soul starts spinning again I can't stop feeling No, I won't stop feeling And the fun's not fun anymore I can't stop feeling No, I won't stop feeling

I live in the Merchant City, drive 4x4 I eat MNS, it tastes of nothing Oh I taste of nothing I am the New Scottish Gentry Anglified vowels, sub London

Suddenly you will believe me What more was it that I could be [is you believe in me] [The year two-thousand] I'll be back on the dole single but free

could not, would not, Could not, could not join the dance. "What matters it how far we go?" His scaly friend replied, "There is another shore, you know, Upon the other

: Bang bang, Gavrilo Principe Bang bang, shoot me Gavrilo Bang bang, the first six are for you Bang bang, the seventh is for me Bang bang, Gavrilo Principe

: I live in the Merchant City, drive 4x4 I eat MNS, it tastes of nothing Oh I taste of nothing I am the New Scottish Gentry Anglified vowels, sub London

: Van Tango had a mean old scene, Van Tango! (Mean old scene, Van Tango) Van Tango had a mean old scene, Van Tango! (Mean old scene, Van Tango) He worked