This House Is A Circus taby ukulele według Arctic Monkeys

[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
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This house is a circus, berserk as fuck
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We tend to see that as a perk, though
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Look what it's done to your friends
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Their memories are pretend
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And the last thing that they want is for the feeling to end
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This house is a circus, berserk as fuck
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We tend to see that as a perk, though
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Look what it's done to your friends
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Their memories are pretend
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And the last thing that they want is for the feeling to end
 
 
[Verse 2]
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There's a room full of trouble and there's lovers to be had
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Those ones who make sinners out of such lovely lads
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Scaling the corridors for maidens in the maze
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And the anomaly is slipping into familiar ways
 
 
[Verse 3]
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We're  forever unfulfilled
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And can't think why
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  Like a search for murder clues
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In dead man's eyes
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  Forever unfulfilled
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And can't think why
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  Like a search for murder clues
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In dead man's eyes
 
 
[Bridge]
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[Interlude]
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            The more you open your mouth
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The more you're forcing performance
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All the attention is leading me to feel important
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Now that we're here, we may as well go too far
 
 
[Break]
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[Verse 4]
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Wriggling around just so that you won't forget
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There's certainly some venom in the looks that you collect
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Aimlessly gazing at the faces in the queue
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I`m struggling with the notion that it's life, not film
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This house is a circus, berserk as fuck
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We tend to see that as a perk, though
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Look what it's  done to your friends; their memories are pretend
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And the last thing that they want is for the feeling to end
 
 
[Outro]
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