A pussyfooting setting sun
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Make a wish that weighs a tonne
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There are no handles for you to hold
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And no understanding where it goes
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Jealously in Technicolor
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Fear by name, love by numbers
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Stream lamp amber, wonder lust
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Pile in a blunder bus
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She looks as if she's blowing a kiss at me
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And suddenly the sky is a scissor
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Sitting on the floor with a tambourine
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Crushing up a bundle of love
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Don't take it so personally
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You're not the only one
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That time has got it in for honey
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That's where you're wrong
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All the old flames fastened on
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Make a wish that weighs a tonne
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There are no handles that you can hold
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And no understanding where it goes
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She looks as if she's blowing a kiss at me
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And suddenly the sky is a scissor
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Sitting on the floor with a tambourine
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Crushing up a bundle of love
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Don't take it so personally
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You're not the only one
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That time has got it in for honey
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That's where you're wrong
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That's where you're wrong
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That's where you're wrong
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That's Where You're Wrong
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Arctic Monkeys |