Made me kiss ya' with a whisper
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And violently you swung, through unfamiliar tounge
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Couldn't listen to tradition, grabbed me by the wrist to silently insist
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And when I'm in the confines of crawling walls, you hold me in place
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The ripples on the ceiling the avenues, unsugared taste
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Waste away the evening, the afternoon, the afternoons hat
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Together we'll find something to direct some laughter at
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You stood shirtless and confident
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Listenin' to the fools, tickling the rules
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Their obsessions follow patterns
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Sat upon their stools, with their attitudes
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And when I'm in the confines of crawling walls, you hold me in place
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The ripples on the ceiling the avenues, unsugared taste
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Waste away the evening, the afternoon, the afternoons hat
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Together we'll find something to direct some laughter at
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And when I'm in the confines of crawling walls, you hold me in place
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The ripples on the ceiling the avenues, unsugared taste
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Waste away the evening, the afternoon, the afternoons hat
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Together we'll find something to direct some laughter at.
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The Afternoon S Hat
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Arctic Monkeys |