Текст песни Arctic Monkeys - Nettles

Текст:

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 spiked meniscus 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 pub 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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