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Sleeper - The Dog’s …! - Sale of the Century
The Dog’s …!
Disc 1
01. Beautiful Ones
02. A Design for Life
03. Neighbourhood
04. You’re Gorgeous
05. Scooby Snacks
06. Stupid Girl
07. Stars
08. Don’t Look Back in Anger
09. Firestarter
10. Pearl’s Girl
11. One Night Stand
12. Going Out
13. Sale of the Century
14. One to Another
15. The Circle
16. She Said
17. Dark Therapy
18. Sandstorm
19. If You Don’t Want Me to Destroy You
20. Rush Hour
Disc 2
01. Peacock Suit
02. Goldfinger
03. In a Room
04. C’mon Kids
05. Stripper Vicar
06. Perseverance
07. All I Want
08. You’ve Got a Lot to Answer For
09. For You
10. On a Rope
11. Charmless Man
12. Ladykillers
13. You and Me Song
14. Underground
15. The Box
16. Street Spirit (Fade Out)
17. On Standby
18. Breakfast at Tiffany’s
19. Peaches
20. Possibly Maybe
We step through London
The streets holding on to us
We'll stand where the river bends
I hope we fall in

So this time maybe
Let's take a photograph
We'll burn all the negatives
I hope we fall in

It's never gonna be this good so just climb in
How long 'til reason makes us small again?
And it feels just like we just got started

It's still you
Taking me under
We turn to be scared
Then decide that we don't care
Wear ourselves out on the way down

It's still you
And the moment you met me you said I was cheap
You were the sale of the century
Grease ourselves up on the way down

And now I touch you
I don't know where you begin
Sometimes you're a piece of me

I hope we fall in
It's never gonna be this good so just climb in
How long 'til reason makes us small again

And it feels just like we just got started
It's still you
Taking me under
We turn to be scared
Then decide that we don't care

Wear ourselves out on the way down
It's still you
And the moment you met me you said I was cheap
You were the sale of the century

Grease ourselves up on the way down
It's been too long so it could just be something we ate

I knew we'd go far cause we both share the people we hate
It feels just like we just got started
It's still you
Taking me under
We turn to be scared
Then decide that we don't care
Grease ourselves out on the way down
It's still you
And the moment you met me you said I was cheap
You were the sale of the century
Greased ourselves up on the way down