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By The Smiths, HELLO
I am the ghost of Troubled Joe
hung by his pretty
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By The Smiths, Shyness is nice, but shyness can stop you
From doing all
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By The Smiths, I would rather not go
back to the old house
I would
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By The Smiths, Sweetness, sweetness
I was only joking when I said I'd
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By The Smiths, A dreaded sunny day
so I meet you at the
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By The Smiths, The death of a disco dancer
Well, it happens a lot
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By The Smiths, Girl afraid
where does his intentions lay?
Or does he even have
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By The Smiths, Golden lights displaying your name
Golden lights it's a terrible shame
But
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By The Smiths, Hand in glove
the sun shines out of our behinds
No it's
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By The Smiths, I was happy in the haze of a drunken hour
but
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By The Smiths, Bought on stolen wine
A nod was the first step
You knew
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By The Smiths, Oh mother, I can feel the soil falling over my
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By The Smiths, Sha la la la la la la la
Sha la la
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By The Smiths, I won't share you, no
I won't share you
With the drive
And
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By The Smiths, Jeane
The low-life has lost its appeal
And I'm tired
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By The Smiths, Smoke
Lingers 'round your fingers
Train
Heave on - to Euston
Do you think
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By The Smiths, Very old friend
Came by today
As he was telling
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By The Smiths, So, goodbye
Please stay with your own kind
And I'll stay with
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By The Smiths, When you walk without ease
On these
Streets were you were raised
I
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By The Smiths, (Instrumental)
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By The Smiths, Panic on the streets of London
Panic on the streets of
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By The Smiths, Upon the sand, upon the bay
"There is a quick and
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By The Smiths, A sad fact widely known
The most impassionate song
To a lonely
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By The Smiths, Young bones groan
And the rocks below, say:
"Throw your skinny
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By The Smiths, Learn to love me
Assemble the ways
Now, today, tomorrow and always
My
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By The Smiths, I decree today that life is simply taking and not
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By The Smiths, Off the high-rise estates
What's at the back of your mind
Your
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By The Smiths, He was a sweet and tender hooligan, hooligan
And he said
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By The Smiths, The boy with the thorn in his side
Behind the hatred
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By The Smiths, Please don't cry
For the ghost and the storm outside
Will not