Arctic Monkeys Lyrics
Arctic Monkeys Lyrics
"Fake Tales Of San Francisco Lyrics"
I Abstain Lyrics
I abstain! Summon my pride? What pride lies behind blinkered eyes? Your vigilance is shit! "The lads together" - you'll fall! Smug complacency, not
I abstain! Summon my pride? What pride lies behind blinkered eyes? Your vigilance is shit! "The lads together" - you'll fall! Smug complacency, not
Fake Tales of San Francisco
Echo through the room
More point to a wedding disco
Without a bride or groom
There's a super cool band yeah
With their trilbys and their glasses of white wine
And all the weekend rockstars in the toilets
Practicing their lines
I don't want to hear you
(Kick me out, kick me out)
I don't want to hear, you know
(Kick me out, kick me out)
I don't want to hear you
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Primera (Last Goodbye) Lyrics
You can figure out what’s wrong when I’m long gone This is better off open ended then finished You gave me nothing good but silence You help me find my way This is my last good bye Be glad I walked away in
k me out, kick me out) You can figure out what’s wrong when I’m long gone This is better off open ended then finished You gave me nothing good but silence You help me find my way This is my last good bye Be glad I walked away in
I don't want to hear you
I don't want to hear your...
Fake Tales of San Fransisco
Echo through the air
And there's a few bored faces in the back
All wishing they weren't there
And as the microphone squeaks
A young girl's telephone beeps
Yeah she's dashing for the exit
And she's running to the streets outside
"Oh you've saved me," she screams down the line
"Th
Up To My Shoulders (In A Heartache) Lyrics
Well, you don't want my lovin' but in case you do (in case you do) You don't want my huggin' but in case you do (you do) Let me tell you where I'll be Just in case you, ya come a-lookin' for me I don't exp
e band were fucking wank"Well, you don't want my lovin' but in case you do (in case you do) You don't want my huggin' but in case you do (you do) Let me tell you where I'll be Just in case you, ya come a-lookin' for me I don't exp
And I'm not having a nice time"
I don't want to hear you
(Kick me out, kick me out)
I don't want to hear, you know
(Kick me out, kick me out)
Yeah but his bird thinks it's amazing, though
So all that's left
Is the proof that love's not only blind but deaf
He talks of San Francisco, he's from Hunter's Bar
I don't quite know the distance
But I'm sure that's far
Why do you leave Everytime we have a fight Where do you go Baby you know it just ain't right These silly games that you play Keep pushin' me away I need to know Is there somebody else that you're givin
And yeah, I'd love to tell you all my problem
You're not from New York City, you're from Rotherham
So get off the bandwagon, and put down the handbook
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Get off the bandwagon and put down the handbook
Get off the bandwagon and put down the handbook
Get off the bandwagon and put down the handbook
Get off the bandwagon and put down the handbook
Yeah