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The Smiths – Stretch Out And Wait

On the high-rise estate What’s at the back of your mind? Oh, a three-day debate On a high-rise estate What’s at the back of your mind? Two icy-cold hands conducting the way It’s the Eskimo blood in my veins Amid concrete and clay And general decay Nature must still find a way So ignore all the codes of the day Let your juvenile influences sway This way and that way (this way) This way and that way (this way) God, how sex implores you To let yourself lose yourself STRETCH out and wait STRETCH out and wait Oh … let your puny body, lie down, lie down As we lie, you say As we lie, you say STRETCH out and … STRETCH out and wait STRETCH out and wait Oh … let your puny body lie down, lie down As we lie, you say: Will the world end in the night time? (I really don’t know) Or will the world end in the day time? (I really don’t know) And is there any point ever having children? Oh, I don’t know What I do know is we’re Here and it’s Now So … STRETCH out and wait STRETCH out and wait There is no debate, no debate, no debate How can you conciously contemplate When there’s no debate, no debate? STRETCH out and wait STRETCH out and wait STRETCH...

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The Smiths – 06 – This Charming Man Single Remix

Punctured bicycle On a hillside desolate Will nature make a man of me yet? When in this charming car This charming man Why pamper life’s complexities When the leather runs smooth On the passenger seat? I would go out tonight But I haven’t got a stitch to wear This man said “it’s gruesome That someone so handsome should care” A jumped-up pantry boy Who never knew his place He said “return the rings” He knows so much about these things He knows so much about these things I would go out tonight But I haven’t got a stitch to wear This man said “it’s gruesome That someone so handsome should care” Oh, this charming man Oh, this charming man A jumped-up pantry boy Who never knew his place He said “return the ring” He knows so much about these things He knows so much about these things He knows so much about these...

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The Smiths – I Won’t Share You

I won’t share you I won’t share you With the drive and ambition The zeal I feel This is my time The note I wrote As she read, she said: “Oh has the Perrier gone Straight to my head? Or is life sick and cruel, instead?” “Yes” No-no-no-no-no-no I won’t share you I won’t share you With the drive And the dreams inside This is my time Life tends to come and go Well, that’s okay As long as you know I won’t share you I won’t share you With the drive And the dreams inside This is my...

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The Smiths – 01 Is It Really So Strange

The rain falls hard on a humdrum town This town has dragged you down And everybody’s got to live their life And God knows I’ve got to live mine God knows I’ve got to live mine William, it was really nothing William, it was really nothing It was your life How can you stay with a fat girl who’ll say: “Would you like to marry me And if you like you can buy the ring” She doesn’t care about anything “Would you like to marry me And if you like you can buy the ring” I don’t dream about anyone Except myself William, it was really nothing William,...

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The Smiths – Frankly, Mr. Shankly

Frankly, Mr. Shankly, this position I’ve held It pays my way and it corrodes my soul I want to leave, you will not miss me I want to go down in musical history Frankly, Mr. Shankly, I’m a sickening wreck I’ve got the 21st Century breathing down my neck I must move fast, you understand me I want to go down in celluloid history, Mr. Shankly Fame, Fame, fatal Fame It can play hideous tricks on the brain But still I’d rather be Famous Than righteous or holy, any day But sometimes I’d feel more fulfilled Making Christmas cards with the mentally ill I want to Live and I want to Love I want to catch something that I might be ashamed of Frankly, Mr. Shankly, this position I’ve held It pays my way and it corrodes my soul Oh I didn’t realise that you wrote poetry I didn’t realise you wrote such bloody awful poetry, Mr. Shankly Frankly, Mr. Shankly, since you ask You are a flatulent pain in the arse I do not mean to be so rude Still I must speak frankly, Mr. Shankly (Oh give us your...

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