Biografía:
White Lies es un grupo de Indie/Post punk revival originario de Ealing, Londres, UK formados en el año 2007.
Anteriormente conocidos como Fear of Flying, el grupo lo componen Harry McVeigh (vocalista y guitarrista), Charles Cave (bajista y coros), y Jack Lawrence-Brown (batería).
Su álbum debut To Lose My Life ... fue lanzado en enero de 2009, debutando en el número uno en el Reino Unido mientras que su segundo álbum Ritual se registró en 2010, y fue lanzado el 17 de enero de 2011.
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Otras canciones:
- A Place To Hide
- Death
- Est
- Farewell To The Fairground
- Nothing To Give
- To Lose My Life
- Unfinished Business
- Ala
- Alaala Mo
- Bad Love
- Be Your Man
- Believe It
- Big Tv
- Bigger Than Us
- Change
- Come Down
- Come On
- Dont Want To Feel It All
- Finish Line
- First Time Caller
- From The Stars
- Getting Even
- Hold Back Your Love
- Is Love
- Is My Love Enough
- Morning In La
- Mother Tongue
- Mother Tongue Demo
- Price Of Love
- Right Place
- Strangers
- Summer Didnt Change A Thing
- Swing
- Take It Out On Me
- Taxidermy
- The Power And The Glory
- There Goes Our Love Again
- Time To Give
- Tokyo
- Tricky To Love
- Unfinished Businiess
¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
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Too late
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He knows you're all back-to-front
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Your bottom lip shaking
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Your happiness quakes as it's torn apart
Sunday late
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When you go and get your stuff
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"What's yours is mine"
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That unpractical line back to bite your arm
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No, don't leave him anything
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No letters on the side
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You've gone over everything
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Screw-ups and the whys
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Erase him, his memory
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A tortured de cline
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Was never your style
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And it's wild dreams of the start
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At the finish line
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Gum peeling apart
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Too late
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They all know you hate your jobs
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Your liminal friends with their plans to ascend
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Like some holy mob
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Get it straight
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A lifeboat's for better hearts
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Pre scription or not
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There's some morals forgot white-tat too them on
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No, don't read him anything
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No poem, song or line
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There's virtue in everything
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An action is meddling
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A dagger in time
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Better leave it to dry
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And it's wild dreams of the start
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At the finish line
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Gum peeling a part
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From each other's lives
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Too late
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He knows you're all back-to-front
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Your bottom lip shaking
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Your happiness quakes as it's torn apart
Sunday late
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When you go and get your stuff
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"What's yours is mine"
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That unpractical line back to bite your arm
[Pre-Chorus 1]
Bm G
No, don't leave him anything
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No letters on the side
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You've gone over everything
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Screw-ups and the whys
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Erase him, his memory
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A tortured de cline
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Was never your style
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And it's wild dreams of the start
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At the finish line
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Gum peeling apart
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From each other's lives
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Too late
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They all know you hate your jobs
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Your liminal friends with their plans to ascend
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Like some holy mob
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Get it straight
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A lifeboat's for better hearts
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Pre scription or not
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There's some morals forgot white-tat too them on
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No, don't read him anything
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No poem, song or line
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There's virtue in everything
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But most in all that's quiet
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An action is meddling
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A dagger in time
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Better leave it to dry
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And it's wild dreams of the start
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At the finish line
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Gum peeling a part
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From each other's lives
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