Letra de Fake Tales Of San Francisco - Arctic Monkeys

Fake Tales of San Francisco
Echo through the room
More point to a wedding disco
Without a bride or groom
There�s a super cool band yeah
With their trilbys and their glasses of white wine
And all the weekend rock stars in the toilets
Practicing their lines
I don�t want to hear you
(Kick me out, kick me out)
I don�t want to hear you no
(Kick me out, kick me out)
Fake Tales of San Francisco
Echo through the air
And there�s a few bored faces in the back
All wishing they weren�t there
And as the microphone squeaks
A young girl�s telephone beeps
Yeah she�s dashing for the exit
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she�s running to the streets outside
"Oh you�ve saved me," she screams down the line
"The band weren�t very good
And I�m not having a nice time"
Yeah but his bird thinks it�s amazing, though
So all that�s left
Is the proof that love�s not only blind but deaf
He talks of San Francisco, he�s from Hunter�s Bar
I don�t quite know the distance
But I�m sure that�s far
I�m sure that�s pretty far
I�d love to tell you all my problem
You�re not from New York City, you�re from Rotherham
So get off the bandwagon, and put down the handbook
Get off the bandwagon and put down the handbook