“That’s Where You’re Wrong” by Arctic Monkeys

There are no handles that you can hold, and no understanding where it goes.”

A pussyfooting setting sun
Make a wish that weighs a tonne
There are no handles for you to hold
And no understanding where it goes

Fear by name than

Street lamp amber wanderlust
Powder in a blunderbuss

All the old flames fastened on

There are no handles that you can hold
And no understanding where it goes

That’s where you’re wrong
That’s where you’re wrong

CPE

I'm routinely overestimated.

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