It's A Crime That I Complain Lyrics by The Walkmen
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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.
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.