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Morrissey The Best Of Morrissey

I don't know why, this is my house The best friend on the payroll No, no, no, it's not gonna work out It's not gonna work out No, no, no, no The best

Our unsleepable friend Gets the message on an ill wind "All your friends and your foes Would rather die than have to touch you" TO SAY THE LEAST:

Trudging slowly over wet sand Back to the bench where your clothes were stolen This is the coastal town That they forgot to close down Armageddon - come

Here is London, giddy of London Is it home of the free - Or what ? Can you squeeze me Into an empty page of your diary And psychologically save

My love, wherever you are Whatever you are Don't lose faith I know it's gonna happen someday To you Please wait ... Please wait ... Oh ... Wait

There are some bad people on the rise There are some bad people on the rise They're saving their own skins by Ruining other people's lives Bad, bad

Aah ... Come on to my house Come on and do something new I know you love one person so Why can't you love two ? Aah ... Give a little something

There's gonna be some trouble A whole house will need re-building And everyone I love in the house Will recline on an analyst's couch quite Soon

Phlegm lapels for the last time Corn beef legs for the last time Oh, we're so glad That you've finally decided But then you see someone new And