It's A Crime That I Complain Lyrics

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

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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