Black as a beacon
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In a river of shimmering fog
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Yes she was
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If you were heat seeking
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She was hard to ignore
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Yes she was
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And she snapped
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Wing mirrors off a Cadillac
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With a particular pretty one
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And that meant she never had to strain her back
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When she was putting her lippy on
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Well Time tastes bland
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When she's not around
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And you'd sit and you'd sink and approach the brink
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Before she showed you how to shake love's steady hand
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And she snapped
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Wing mirrors off a Cadillac
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With a particular pretty one
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And that meant she never had to strain her back
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When she was putting her lippy on
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Shake love's steady hand
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Shake love's steady
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She floats like a niccy rush but she stings like a B flat
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The Blond-o sonic shimmer trap
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And she snapped the wing mirrors off a Cadillac
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With a particular pretty ones
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And that meant she never had to strain her back
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When she was putting her lippy on
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The Blond-O-Sonic Shimmer Trap
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| Arctic Monkeys |
