Arctic Monkeys - Old Yellow Bricks Lyrics
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Old Yellow Bricks
Old Yellow Bricks Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For Old Yellow Bricks By Arctic Monkeys?
Old yellow bricks
Love's a risk Quite the little 'escapologist' Looked so miffed When you wished For a thousand places better than this You are the fugitive But you don't know what you're runnin' from You can't kid us And you couldn't trick anyone Houdini, love you don't know what you're runnin' away from Who wants to sleep in the city that never wakes up? Blinded by nostalgia Who wants to sleep in the city that never wakes up? She wasn't raged but the way That the emperor put traps in the cage And the days she been dull Lead to nights readin' beer bottles You're such a fugitive But you don't know what you're runnin' from You can't kid us And you couldn't trick anyone Houdini, love you don't know what you're runnin' away from Who wants to sleep in the city that never wakes up? Blinded by nostalgia Who wants to sleep in a city that never wakes up? You're at a loss Just because It wasn't all that you thought it was You are a fugitive, but you don't know what you're runnin' away from She said, "I want to sleep in the city that never wakes up And revel in nostalgia." I know I said he wants to sleep in the city that never wakes up, but Dorothy was right though |
Who Wrote Old Yellow Bricks By Arctic Monkeys?
Jon Mcclure, Alex Turner
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What's The Duration Of The Old Yellow Bricks By Arctic Monkeys?The duration of Old Yellow Bricks is 3:07 minutes and seconds. |
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