Lletres: Arctic Monkeys. Humbug. Secret Door.

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Fools on parade
Cavort and carry on
See waiting eyes
That you'd rather be beside than infront of
But she?s never been the kind to be hollowed by the stares.

She swam out of tonight?s phantasm
Grabbed my hand and made it very clear
There's absolutely nothing for us here
It's a magnolia celebration to be attempted on a Wednesday night
It's better than to get a reputation for miserable little tyke
At least that?s the conclusion you came to in this overture

The secret door swings behind us
She?s saying nothing
She?s just giggling along.

Her arms were folded most indignant
Not looking like she was soon to leave
I had to squint in order to believe
And then like a pull and push in on a bookshelf
I'm unveiling the unexpected
How he was ever gonna look to her
Should've been embarrassed and corrected
How could such a creature survive in such a habitat.

The secret door swings behind us
She's saying nothing
She's just giggling along
And even if they were to find us
I wouldn't notice, I'm completely occupied
At all the...

Fools on parade
Cavort and carry on
See waiting eyes
That you would rather be beside than in front of
But she?s never been the kind to be hollowed by the stares.

Fools on parade
Frolic and fuck about to make her gaze
Turn to a scribble on a page by a picture
That holds her options
But you?re daft to think she'd care.

Fools on parade
Fools on parade
Fools on parade conduct a sing-along

(Thanks to Dan for these lyrics)