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Arctic Monkeys - The Bakery

I wish you would have smiled in the bakery
Or sat on a tatty settee
At some mutual friend’s gathering
And the more you keep on looking
The more it’s hard to take
Love, we’re in stalemate
To never meet is surely where we’re bound
There’s one in every town
Just there to grind you down
I wish I would have seen you in the post office
Well, maybe I did and I missed it
Too busy with a mind on clever rhymes
Why not the rounder’s pitch or the canteen?
You’re slacking, love, where have you been?
Just had to go and wait until tonight
So give me the invite
Don’t worry, it’s alright
I wish I would have seen you down in the arcade
Sipping on a lemonade
In the paper cup and chewing on the straw
And I wish I’d seen you in the bakery
If I’d seen you in the bakery
You probably wouldn’t have seen me

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''Sí, sí sí, eso era. La juventud tiene que pasar así. Pero en cierto modo ser joven es como ser un animal. No, no es en tanto ser un animal sino uno de esos muñecos malencos que venden en las calles, pequeños chelovecos de hojalata con un resorte dentro y una llave para darles cuerda grr grr grr y ellos itean como si caminaran, oh hermanos míos. Pero itean en línea recta y tropiezan contra las bolsas, bang bang, y no pueden evitar hacer lo que hacen. Ser joven es como una de esas malencas máquinas.''

Jael. Argentina.

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