She told me she loved me
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Which means
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She must be insane
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I've had my face dragged in
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Fifteen miles of shit
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And I do not, And I do not
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And I do not like it
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So how can anybody say
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They know how I feel
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The only one around here who is me
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Is me
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They said they respect me
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Which means
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Their judgement is crazy
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I've had my face dragged in
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Fifteen miles of shit
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And I do not And I do not
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And I do not like it
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So how can anybody say
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They know how I feel
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When they are they
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And only I am I
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He said he wants to befriend me
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Which means
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He can't possibly know me
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The voices of the real
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And the imagined cry:
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"The future is passing you by
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The future is passing you by"
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So how can anybody possibly think they know how I feel?
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Everybody look, see pain and walk away
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And as for you in your uniform
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Your smelly uniform
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You think you can be rude to me
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Because you wear a uniform
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A smelly uniform
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And so you think you can be rude to me
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But even I, as sick as I am, I would never be you
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Even I, as sick as I am, I would never be you
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Even I, sick and depraved, a traveller to the grave
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I would never be you
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I would never be you
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How Can Anybody Possibly Know How I Feel?
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| Morrissey |
