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Smiths The Louder Than Bombs

If you're wondering why All the love that you long for eludes you And people are rude and cruel to you I'll tell you why I'll tell you why I'll tell

I would rather not go back to the old house I would rather not go back to the old house There's too many bad memories Too many memories there, there,

Panic on the streets of London Panic on the streets of Birmingham I wonder to myself could life ever be sane again? The Leeds side-streets that you slip

idol, king of your age Who do you turn to when you're backstage ? Don't you remember you once knew a girl You loved her more than the world Is

Learn to love me assemble the ways Now, today, tomorrow and always My only weakness is a list of crime My only weakness is well, never mind, never mind

Is it wrong to want to live on your own? No, it's not wrong but I must know How can someone so young Sing words so sad? Sheila take a, Sheila take a

Young bones groan and the rocks below say "Throw your skinny body down, son" But I'm going to meet the one I love So please don't stand in my way Because

On the high-rise estate What's at the back of your mind? On a three-day debate, on the high-rise estate What's at the back of your mind? Two icy cold

In a river, the color of lead Immerse a baby's head Wrap her up in the news of the world Dump her on a doorstep, girl This night has opened my eyes And