Old yellow bricks,
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Love´s a risk,
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Quite the little Escapoligist
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Looked so miffed,
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When you wished,
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For a thousand places better than this,
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You are the fugitive,
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But you dont know what you´re runnin from,
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You cant kid us,
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And you couldnt trick anyone,
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Houdini, love you dont know
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what you´re runnin away from,
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Who wants to sleep in the city that never wakes up?
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Blinded by nostalgia,
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Who wants to sleep in the city that never wakes up?
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She was enraged by the way,
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That the emperor put traps in the cage,
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And the days she being dull,
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Lead to nights readin beer bottles,
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You´re such a fugitive,
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But you dont know what you´re runnin from,
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You cant kid us,
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And you couldnt trick anyone,
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Houdini, love you dont know
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what you´re runnin away from,
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Who wants to sleep in the city that never wakes up?
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Blinded by nostalgia,
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Who wants to sleep in a city that never wakes up?
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You´re at a loss,
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Just because,
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It wasnt all that you thought it was,
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You are a fugitive but you dont know
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what you´re runnin away from,
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She said I want to sleep in the city
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that never wakes up,
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And revel in nostalgia,
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I know I said he wants to sleep
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in the city that never wakes up but,
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Dorothy was right though
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Old Yellow Bricks - Arctic Monkeys
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