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The Smiths |
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Miscellaneous |
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The Queen Is Dead |
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Oh ! Take me back to dear old Blighty, |
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Put me on the train for London Town, |
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Take me anywhere, |
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Drop me anywhere, |
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Liverpool, Leeds or Birmingham |
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But I don't care, |
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I should like to see my ... |
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I don't bless them |
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Farewell to this land's cheerless marshes |
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Hemmed in like a boar between arches |
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Her very Lowness with a head in a sling |
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I'm truly sorry - but it sounds like a wonderful thing |
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I said Charles, don't you ever crave |
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To appear on the front of the Daily Mail |
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Dressed in your Mother's bridal veil ? |
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Oh ... |
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And so, I checked all the registered historical facts |
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And I was shocked into shame to discover |
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How I'm the 18th pale descendant |
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Of some old queen or other |
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Oh, has the world changed, or have I changed ? |
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Oh has the world changed, or have I changed ? |
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Some 9-year old tough who peddles drugs |
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I swear to God |
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I swear : I never even knew what drugs were |
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Oh ... |
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So, I broke into the palace |
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With a sponge and a rusty spanner |
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She said : "Eh, I know you, and you cannot sing" |
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I said : "That's nothing - you should hear me play piano" |
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We can go for a walk where it's quiet and dry |
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And talk about precious things |
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But when you're tied to your Mother's apron |
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No-one talks about castration |
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Oh ... |
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We can go for a walk where it's quiet and dry |
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And talk about precious things |
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Like love and law and poverty |
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Oh, these are the things that kill me |
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We can go for a walk where it's quiet and dry |
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And talk about precious things |
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But the rain that flattens my hair ... |
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Oh, these are the things that kill me |
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All their lies about make-up and long hair, are still there |
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Past the Pub who saps your body |
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And the church who'll snatch your money |
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The Queen is dead, boys |
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And it's so lonely on a limb |
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Past the Pub that wrecks your body |
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And the church - all they want is your money |
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The Queen is dead, boys |
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And it's so lonely on a limb |
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Life is very long, when you're lonely |
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Life is very long, when you're lonely |
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Life is very long, when you're lonely |
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Life is very long, when you're lonely |
