Wo man mit sich hin soll
Oh when you look at me like that my darling
What did you expect
I probably still adore you with your hands around my neck




Not shy of a spark
A knife twists at the thought that I should fall short of the mark
Frightened by the bite though its no harsher than the bark
Middle of adventure, such a perfect place to start


Arctic Monkeys ~ 505

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