Upon the sand, upon the bay
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"There is a quick and easy way" you say
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Before you illustrate
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I'd rather state :
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"I'm not the man you think I am
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I'm not the man you think I am"
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And Sorrow's native son
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He will not smile for anyone
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And Pretty Girls Make Graves
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Oh ...
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End of the pier, end of the bay
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You tug my arm, and say : "Give in to lust,
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Give up to lust, oh heaven knows we'll
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Soon be dust ... "
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Oh, I'm not the man you think I am
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I'm not the man you think I am
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And Sorrow's native son
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He will not rise for anyone
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And Pretty Girls Make Graves
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Oh really ?
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Oh ...
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I could have been wild and I could have
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Been free
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But Nature played this trick on me
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She wants it Now
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And she will not wait
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But she's too rough
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And I'm too delicate
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Then, on the sand
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Another man, he takes her hand
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A smile lights up her face
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(and well, it would)
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I lost my faith in Womanhood
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I lost my faith in Womanhood
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I lost my faith ...
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Oh ...
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Hand in glove ...
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The sun shines out of our behinds ...
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Oh ...
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PRETTY GIRLS MAKE GRAVES (TATE)
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| The Smiths |
