
505 (Live at iTunes Festival 2011) Arctic Monkeys (Ft. Miles Kane)
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[Spoken Intro]
Well it gives me great pleasure to welcome him back to the stage, he's gonna help us out with our final number this evening, Miles Kane at Camden Roundhouse! Thank you once again, you've been terrific and, uh, I hope we meet again sometime
[Chorus]
I'm going back to 505
If it's a seven hour flight or a forty-five minute drive
In my imagination, you're waitin' lyin' on your side
With your hands between your thighs
[Verse]
Stop and wait a sec
And when you look at me like that, my darlin'
What did you expect?
I'd probably still adore you
With your hands around my neck
Or I did last timе I checked
Not shy of a spark
The knifе twists at the thought
That I should fall short of the mark
Frightened by the bite, though
It's no harsher than the bark
The middle of adventure
Seemed a perfect place to start
[Chorus]
Oh, I'm going back to 505
If it's a seven hour flight or a forty-five minute drive
In my imagination, you're waitin' lyin' on your side
With your hands between your thighs
Well it gives me great pleasure to welcome him back to the stage, he's gonna help us out with our final number this evening, Miles Kane at Camden Roundhouse! Thank you once again, you've been terrific and, uh, I hope we meet again sometime
[Chorus]
I'm going back to 505
If it's a seven hour flight or a forty-five minute drive
In my imagination, you're waitin' lyin' on your side
With your hands between your thighs
[Verse]
Stop and wait a sec
And when you look at me like that, my darlin'
What did you expect?
I'd probably still adore you
With your hands around my neck
Or I did last timе I checked
Not shy of a spark
The knifе twists at the thought
That I should fall short of the mark
Frightened by the bite, though
It's no harsher than the bark
The middle of adventure
Seemed a perfect place to start
[Chorus]
Oh, I'm going back to 505
If it's a seven hour flight or a forty-five minute drive
In my imagination, you're waitin' lyin' on your side
With your hands between your thighs
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