Running off over next doors garden
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Before the hour is done
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It´s more a question of feeling
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Than it is a question of fun
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The confidence is the balaclava
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I´m sure you´ll baffle ´em good
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Will the ending reek of salty cheeks
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And runny makeup alone
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Or will blood run down the face
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Of a boy bewildered and scorned
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And you´ll find yourself in a skirmish
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And you wish you´d never been born
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And you tie yourself to the tracks
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And there isn´t no going back
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And it´s wrong wrong wrong
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But we´ll do it anyway cause we love a bit of trouble
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Are you pulling her from a burning building
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Or throwing her to the sharks
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Can only hope that the ending is as pleasurable as the start
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The confidence is the balaclava,
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i´m sure you baffle ´em straight
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And its wrong wrong wrong,
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she can hardly wait
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That´s right, he won´t let her out his sight
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Now the shaggers perform
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And the daggers are drawn
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Who´s the crooks in this crime?
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That´s right, he won´t let her out his sight
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Now the shaggers perform
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And the daggers are drawn
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Who´s the crooks in this....
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Crime!
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That´s right, he wont let her out his sight
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That´s right, he wont let her out his sight
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That´s right, he wont let her out his sight
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You´ll be able to post any day of the most
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For the sights of all time
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You knew that it´d be trouble
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right before the very first kiss
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Quiet and assuming but
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you heard that they were the naughtiest
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She pleaded with you to take it off
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But you resisted and fought
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Sorry sweetheart, I´d much rather keep on the balaclava.
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Balaclava - Arctic Monkeys
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