Lyrics

He looks as if he hasn't slept His hair is purposely unkept In many doorways, people wept When you crafted your plan The shadows underneath the eyes And everywhere the bastard lies My lack of proof is your disguise You won't remember me There's nothing really I can say But "sorry, mate" and walk away I could be wrong unless you play your game This world is cruel and most unkind And horrible is redefined I can't imagine that you'd mind at all You're lying again, your conscious ain't your friend And the only thing you're sobbing out is your imagination Lying again, your conscious ain't your friend And the only thing you're sobbing out is your imagination Is he really on the street? Desperation on deceit And what he's wearing on his feet Won't solve our mystery And I am baffled by how you stand there Soaking it in And do you hide your identity Where you hide your grin? Better hide your grin Shadows underneath the eyes Everywhere the bastard lies My lack of proof is your disguise You won't remember me There's nothing really I can say But "sorry, mate" and walk away I could be wrong unless you play your game This world is cruel and most unkind And horrible is redefined I can't imagine that you'd mind at all You're lying again, your conscious ain't your friend And the only thing you're sobbing out is your imagination Lying again, your conscious ain't your friend And the only thing you're sobbing out is your imagination
Writer(s): Alex Turner Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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