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By Morrissey, Our unsleepable friend
Gets the message on an ill wind
All your
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By Morrissey, Trudging slowly over wet sand
Back to the bench where your
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By Morrissey, Here is london, giddy of london
Is it home of the
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By Morrissey, He knows, he knows
Or I think he does
'Cause when I
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By Morrissey, There are some bad people on the rise
There are some
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By Morrissey, When your gift unfurls
When your talent becomes apparent
I will roar
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By Morrissey, Sleep on and dream of love
Because it?s the closest you
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By Morrissey, Ouija Board
Would you work for me ?
I have got to
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By Morrissey, Off the rails I was and off the rails
I was
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By Morrissey, Such a little thing
Such a little thing
But the difference it
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By Morrissey, Why do you come here?
And why, why do you hang
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By Morrissey, Dear hero, imprisoned
With all the new crimes
That you are perfecting
Oh,
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By Morrissey, I'm writing this to say
In a gentle way
Thank you, but
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By Morrissey, Yes, I am blind , no I can't see
The good
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By Morrissey, With no complications
Fifteen generations of mine
All honoring nature
Until I arrived
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By Morrissey, Day oh so late, strangely the sun still shone
Oh Asian
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By Morrissey, I'm driving your girlfriend home
And she's saying how she never
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By Morrissey, Found found found
Found found found
Someone who's worth it in this
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By Morrissey, Your boyfriend, he went down on one knee
Well, could it
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By Morrissey, Your poor witness, crying so loudly on the floor
Oh, well,
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By Morrissey, Our frank and open
Deep conversations
They get me nowhere
They bring me
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By Morrissey, Sing your life
Any fool can think of words that rhyme
Many
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By Morrissey, Churchillian legs, hair barely there
The harsh truth of the camera
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By Morrissey, There is a place
Reserved for me and my friends
And when
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By Morrissey, Sweetness, sweetness I was only joking
When I said I'd like
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By Morrissey, Long ago when he was
Young and restless
Suddenly, daddy saw
The beckoning
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By Morrissey, Los Angeles
You [incomprehensible]
You have never been in love
Until you've seen
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By Morrissey, Friday mourning
I am dressed in black
Douse the house lights
I'm not
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By Morrissey, I am the son and the heir
Of a shyness that
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By Morrissey, I was a good kid
I wouldn?t do you no harm
I
