Paroles: The Walkmen. Otras Canciones. It's A Crime That I Complain.

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I?ve grown accustomed to you.
I?ve grown accustomed to you.
The way you speak.
It?s a crime that I complain.

Sometimes I get to thinking of
Times I?ve past and some useless crap.
It?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.
It?s a crime that I complain.

I don?t mind the quiet.
Talking is such a drag
Forget it, forget it.
Forget it, forget it