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Placebo 20 Century Boy 20th Century Boy 36 Degrees Allergic Ask For Answers Been Smokin Been Smoking Too Long Bigmouth Strikes Again Bionic Bitter End Black Eyed Black Market Black Market Blood Black-Eyed Blue American Brick Shithouse Bruise Pristine Bubblegun Bullet Proof Cupid Burger Queen Burger Queen (francais) Burger Queen Francais Centrefolds Come Home Commercial For Levi Dark Globe Days Before You Came Drawning By Numbers English Summer Rain Every You Every Me Every You, Every Me Evil Dildo Eyesight To The Blind Flesh Mechanic Haemoglobin Hang On To Your IQ Holocaust I I Know I\'ll Be Yours Johnny & Mary Johnny &Mary Kitsch Object Lady Of The Flowers Leni Mars Landing Party Miss Moneypenny My Sweet Prince Nancy Boy Narcoleptic Passive Aggressive Paycheck Peeping Tom Plasticine Protect Me From What I Want Pure Morning Scared Of Girls Second Sight Slackerbitch Slave To The Wage Sleeping With Ghosts Something Rotten Special K Special Needs Spite &Malice Splite And Malice Summer Summer\'s Gone Swallow Taste In Men Teenage Angst The Bitter End The Crawl Then The Clouds Will Open For Me This Picture Waiting For The Son Of Man Without You I Without You I\'m Nothing You Don\'t Care About Us

Splite And Malice lyrics mp3 by Placebo Revolution, dope, guns, fucking in the streets [x2] Aces take your time Queens are left for dead Jacks can stand in line And touch themselves instead Aces take your pity And keep it warm in bed Aces take your time Cut the deck The queens left for dead Soft and wet, scarf tied to the bed Jack is all tragic when he stands alone Feeling demonic harmonic in a no go zone You look well suited like you came to win Lust, spite and malice, your degrees of sin Cruising for pity and looking pretty as fuck Ace take your chances Queen wish you luck Aces take your time Draw your final breath Jacks are feeling fine They\'ve clubbed themselves to death Aces take your pity You sleep with it instead Aces take your time You can play your card, I\'ll hold onto mine Tied up in the reasons, Ace take your time Looks turn to lovers, flames into fires Jack loves his tragedy, Queen her desires You look well suited like you came to win Lust, spite and malice, your degrees of sin Wrap me in your trauma and I may just give you mine Queen take your chances Ace take your time Dope, guns, fucking in the streets (Revolution) Everything will blow tonight Either friend or foe, tonight Cut the deck The queens left for dead Soft and wet, scarf tied to the bed Jack is all tragic when he stands alone Feeling demonic harmonic in a no go zone You look well suited like you came to win Lust, spite and malice, your degrees of sin Cruising for pity and looking pretty as fuck Ace take your chances Queen wish you luck Dope, guns, fucking in the streets (Revolution) Everything will blow tonight Either friend or foe, tonight