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[ti:Nettles] |
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[ar:Arctic Monkeys] |
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[al:] |
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He sank into their calculations |
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And snorted on the stench |
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Of their arithmetic. |
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Looked for the boy who was hanging his head low, |
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More trophies than ideas. To follow their pretence. |
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With a scowl in his pocket and a smile on his face |
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He followed with obidience |
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And fell in the Nettles. |
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Afterwards those spikey whispers said he bought his own rope. |
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And skipped the bits they loathed. |
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Didn't scramble to find a dock leaf to capture back our hope |
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To advice his mind had closed |
| [00:38.75] |
He lost all of his footholes. |
| [00:40.83] |
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| [00:41.52] |
With a scowl in his pocket and a smile on his face |
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He followed with obidience |
| [00:44.97] |
And fell in the Nettles. |
| [00:46.09] |
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| [00:57.99] |
He was a toothpick! |
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And the garlic and the cinder upon the path |
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Had failed to blunt or hinder the slow collapse |
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Clinging to the doorframe he was dragged |
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Off to a reminder of where he had been. |
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With a smile in his pocket |
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And a scowl on his face |
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He had nowhere to flee |
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So sat content in the Nettles. |
