The Smiths - Miserable Lie |
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Miserable Lie
The Smiths So, goodbye please stay with your own kind and I'll stay with mine There's something against us it's not time So, goodbye I know I hardly say how much I love your casual way but please put your tongue away a little higher and we're well away the dark nights are drawing in and your humour is as black as them I look at yours, you laugh at mine and"love" is just a miserable lie you have destroyed my flower like not once you have corrupt my innocent mind not once I know that wind it means: I'd like to see your underwear I recognise that mystical air it means: I'd like to see your underwear what do we get for the trouble and pain? just a rented room in Whalley Range into the depths of the criminal world I followed her... I need advice, I need advice because nobody ever looks at me twice I'm just a country the world I'm just a country mile behind the whole world so take me when you go |
