Lyrics Smiths

That’s the story of my life

Is life sick and cruel instead?

Life tends to come and go

I want the freedom and I want the guile.

Everybody’s got to live their lives And God knows I’ve got to live mine!!!!!

I’ve started something And now I’m not too sure

How I’m the 18th pale descendant Of some young creep or other

We can go for a walk where its quiet and dry And talk about precious things

Last night I dreamt that somebody loved me No hope no harm Just another false alarm

I am the son and heir Of nothing in particular

You could meet someone who really loves you So you go and you stand on your own and you leave on your own And you go home and you cry and you want to die

Now I know how Joan of Arc felt

I’ve got no right to take my place in the human race

Haven’t had a dream in a long time

The life I’ve had would make a good man bad

If a ten tonne truck kills the both of us To die by your side The pleasure the privilege is mine

What she asked of me at the end of the day Caligula would have blushed

In my life why do I waste valuable time ON people who dont care if I live or I die

And now 18 years hard labour Seems fair enough

I’ve seen this happen in other peoples lives Now its happening in mine x forever

Call me morbid call me pale I’ve spent 6 long years on your trail


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