Ordinary boys, happy knowing nothing
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happy being no one, but themselves
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Ordinary girls, supermarket clothes
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who think it's very clever to be cruel to you
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for you were so different
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you stood all alone
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and you knew
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that it had to be so
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avoiding ordinary boys
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happy going nowhere, just around here
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in their rattling cars
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and ordinary girls
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never seeing further
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than the cold, small streets
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that trap them
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but you were so different
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you had to say no
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when those empty fools
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tried to change you, and claim you
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for the lair of their ordinary world
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where they feel so lucky
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so lucky, so lucky
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with their lives laid out before them
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they're so lucky, so lucky
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so lucky, so lucky
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The Ordinary Boys
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| Morrissey |
