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“Nature is a language, Can't you read?”
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“To die by your side is such a heavenly way to die.”
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“Last night I dreamt, That somebody loved me, No hope no harm, just another false alarm.”
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“There's more to life than books, you know, but not much more.”
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“and if a double-decker bus
crashes into us
to die by your side
is such a heavenly way to die
and if a ten ton truck
kills the both of us
to die by your side
well the pleasure, the privilege is mine”
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crashes into us
to die by your side
is such a heavenly way to die
and if a ten ton truck
kills the both of us
to die by your side
well the pleasure, the privilege is mine”
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“Send me the pillow, the one that you dream on.”
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“If I seem a little strange.. Well, that's because I am”
― The Smiths -- The Queen Is Dead
― The Smiths -- The Queen Is Dead
“Sing me to sleep, sing me to sleep. I'm tired and I want to go to bed. SIng me to sleep, sing me to sleep, and then leave me alone. Don't try to wake me in the morning because I will be gone. Don't feel bad for me. I want you to know, deep in the cell of my heart, I will feel so glad to go.”
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“There's more to life than books, you know, but not much more..”
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“under the iron bridge we kissed and although I ended up with sore lips it just wasn't like the old days anymore. No, it wasn't like those days. Am I still ill?”
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“And in the darkened underpass, I thought oh God, my chance has come at last.”
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“For the good life is out there somewhere
So stay on my arm, you little charmer
But I know my luck too well
Yes, I know my luck too well
And I'll probably never see you again
I'll probably never see you again
I'll probably never see you again”
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So stay on my arm, you little charmer
But I know my luck too well
Yes, I know my luck too well
And I'll probably never see you again
I'll probably never see you again
I'll probably never see you again”
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“There's more to life than books, you know - but not much more.”
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“There’s more to life than books you know, but not much more.”
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“It's so easy to laugh, it's so easy to hate
It takes strength to be gentle and kind
Over, over, over, over, over”
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It takes strength to be gentle and kind
Over, over, over, over, over”
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“There's more to life than books you know, but not much more.”
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“And if a double-decker bus crashes into us. To die by your side is such a heavenly way to die.”
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“The boy with the thorn in his side
Behind the hatred there lies
A murderous desire for love.”
― The Boy With The Thorn In His Side Sheet Music
Behind the hatred there lies
A murderous desire for love.”
― The Boy With The Thorn In His Side Sheet Music
“Pretty Girls Make Graves
Upon the sand, upon the bay
"There is a quick and easy way" you say
Before you illustrate
I'd rather state:
"I'm not the man you think I am
I'm not the man you think I am"
And Sorrow's native son
He will not smile for anyone
And Pretty Girls Make Graves
Oh...
End of the pier, end of the bay
You tug my arm, and say: "Give in to lust,
Give up to lust, oh heaven knows we'll
Soon be dust... "
Oh, I'm not the man you think I am
I'm not the man you think I am
And Sorrow's native son
He will not rise for anyone
And Pretty Girls Make Graves
Oh really?
Oh...
I could have been wild and I could have
Been free
But Nature played this trick on me
She wants it Now
And she will not wait
But she's too rough
And I'm too delicate
Then, on the sand
Another man, he takes her hand
A smile lights up her stupid face
(and well, it would)
I lost my faith in Womanhood
I lost my faith in Womanhood
I lost my faith...
Oh...
Hand in glove...
The sun shines out of our behinds...
Oh...”
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Upon the sand, upon the bay
"There is a quick and easy way" you say
Before you illustrate
I'd rather state:
"I'm not the man you think I am
I'm not the man you think I am"
And Sorrow's native son
He will not smile for anyone
And Pretty Girls Make Graves
Oh...
End of the pier, end of the bay
You tug my arm, and say: "Give in to lust,
Give up to lust, oh heaven knows we'll
Soon be dust... "
Oh, I'm not the man you think I am
I'm not the man you think I am
And Sorrow's native son
He will not rise for anyone
And Pretty Girls Make Graves
Oh really?
Oh...
I could have been wild and I could have
Been free
But Nature played this trick on me
She wants it Now
And she will not wait
But she's too rough
And I'm too delicate
Then, on the sand
Another man, he takes her hand
A smile lights up her stupid face
(and well, it would)
I lost my faith in Womanhood
I lost my faith in Womanhood
I lost my faith...
Oh...
Hand in glove...
The sun shines out of our behinds...
Oh...”
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