Текст (слова) песни: Smiths, The - Miserable Lie (Tate)
So, goodbye Please stay with your own kind And I`ll stay with mine
There`s something against us It`s not time It`s not time So, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye I know I need hardly say How much I love your casual way Oh, but please put your tongue away A little higher and we`re well away The dark nights are drawing in And your humour is as black as them I look at yours, you laugh at mine And "love" is just a miserable lie You have destroyed my flower-like life Not once - twice You have corrupt my innocent mind Not once - twice I recognise that mystical air It means : I`d like to see your underwear I know the wind-swept mystical air It means : I`d like to see your underwear What do we get for our trouble and pain ? Just a rented room in Whalley Range What do we get for our trouble and pain ? ...Whalley Range ! Into the depths of the criminal world I followed her ... I need advice, I need advice I need advice, I need advice Nobody ever looks at me twice Nobody ever looks at me twice I`m just a country-mile behind The world I`m just a country-mile behind The whole world Oh oh, oh ... I`m just a country-mile behind The world I`m just a country-mile behind The whole world Oh oh, oh ... Take me when you go Oh oh, oh... Take me when you go Oh oh, oh ... I need advice, I need advice
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