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Á¦¸ñ: Stickin' To The Floor
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Won't somebody let me out?
Don't wanna stick around no more
I'm sick of looking at you strange
I'm sick of stickin' to the floor

No one of you's got an ounce of style in ya
Said not one of you, no

Fuck it all and break your nose
If they keep on pushing you around
They keep on steeping on your toes
I'll pick you up when you fall down

No one of you has got an ounce of style in ya
Said not one of you, no

No one of you has got an ounce of style in ya, no
Said not one of you, no

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Stickin' To The Floor
Arctic Monkeys

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