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Arctic Monkeys - Nettles
| Előadó: | Arctic Monkeys |
|---|---|
| Album: | Keressük! |
| Szövegírók: |
Alex Turner |
|---|---|
| Zeneszerzők: |
Alex Turner Jamie Cook Matt Helders Nick O'Malley |
| Kiadó: | Keressük! |
| Stílus: | Indie rock, post-punk revival, garage rock revival, punk rock |
| Címkék: | Keressük! |
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Sank into their calculations and snorted on a stench
A bare arithmetic
Look for the boy who was hanging his head low
More trophies and ideas
To follow their pretend
With a scowl in his pocket and a smile on his face
He followed with obedience and fell in the nettles
I flew in some spiky whispers and he bought his own rope
And skipped against the rode
Did start not to find the dark lead and catch that man i hope
Devices man are closed
He lost all his foot holes
And with a scowl in his pocket and a smile on his face
He followed with obedience and fell in the nettles,
Fell in the nettles,
Fell in the nettles
He was a toothpick and the garlic and the cinder upon the path
Failed to blunt or hinder, a slow collapse
And clinging to the door frame he was trapped
After a reminder of where he had been
With a smile in his pocket and a scowl on his face
There was nowhere to flee
Just had to tent in the nettles
A bare arithmetic
Look for the boy who was hanging his head low
More trophies and ideas
To follow their pretend
With a scowl in his pocket and a smile on his face
He followed with obedience and fell in the nettles
I flew in some spiky whispers and he bought his own rope
And skipped against the rode
Did start not to find the dark lead and catch that man i hope
Devices man are closed
He lost all his foot holes
And with a scowl in his pocket and a smile on his face
He followed with obedience and fell in the nettles,
Fell in the nettles,
Fell in the nettles
He was a toothpick and the garlic and the cinder upon the path
Failed to blunt or hinder, a slow collapse
And clinging to the door frame he was trapped
After a reminder of where he had been
With a smile in his pocket and a scowl on his face
There was nowhere to flee
Just had to tent in the nettles
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