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The Walkmen
it's a crime that i complain
Iâ??ve grown accustomed to you.Iâ??ve grown accustomed to you.
The way you speak.
Itâ??s a crime that I complain.
Sometimes I get to thinking of
Times Iâ??ve past and some useless crap.
Itâ??s a crime that I complain.
Baby, I was beat or perhaps I just got bored.
Baby, conversation can carry more.
And now and then I get drunk to hell.
I wake up sick, and I hate myself.
Itâ??s a crime that I complain.
I donâ??t mind the quiet.
Talking is such a drag
Forget it, forget it.
Forget it, forget it.