Lyrics by Stephen Morrissey Music by Johnny Marr OH HELLO I am the ghost of Troubled Joe Hung by his pretty white neck Some eighteen months ago I travelled

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Smiths (The). Hatful Of Hollow. Back To The Old House. Smiths (The). Cappello pieno di Hollow. Back To The Old House.
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I would rather not go Back to the old house I would rather not go Back to the old house There's too many Bad memories Too many memories There ... There

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Smiths (The). The World Won't Listen. Asleep. Smiths (The). Il mondo non ascolterà. Addormentato.
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Lyrics by Stephen Morrissey Music by Johnny Marr Sing me to sleep Sing me to sleep I'm tired and I I want to go to bed Sing me to sleep Sing me to sleep

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Smiths (The). Strangeways. Death of a Disco Dancer. Smiths (The). Strangeways. Death of a Disco Dancer.
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Lyrics by Stephen Morrissey Music by Johnny Marr The death of a disco dancer Well, it happens a lot 'round here And if you think Peace Is a common goal

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Smiths (The). Strangeways. Girlfriend in a Coma. Smiths (The). Strangeways. Girlfriend in a Coma.
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Lyrics by Stephen Morrissey Music by Johnny Marr Girlfriend in a coma, I know I know - it's serious Girlfriend in a coma, I know I know - it's really

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Smiths (The). The Queen Is Dead. Cemetry Gates. Smiths (The). The Queen Is Dead. Cemetery Gates.
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Lyrics by Stephen Morrissey Music by Johnny Marr A dreaded sunny day So I meet you at the cemetry gates Keats and Yeats are on your side A dreaded sunny

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Smiths (The). The Queen Is Dead. Frankly, Mr. Shankly. Smiths (The). The Queen Is Dead. Francamente, Mr. Shankly.
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Lyrics by Stephen Morrissey Music by Johnny Marr Frankly, Mr. Shankly, this position I've held It pays my way, and it corrodes my soul I want to leave

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Smiths (The). The Smiths. Hand In Glove. Smiths (The). The Smiths. Hand In Glove.
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Hand in glove The sun shines out of our behinds No, it's not like any other love This one is different - because it's us Hand in glove We can go wherever

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Smiths (The). The World Won't Listen. Golden Lights. Smiths (The). Il mondo non ascolterà. Golden Lights.
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Lyrics by Twinkle Music by Twinkle Golden lights displaying your name Golden lights it's a terrible shame But oh my darling WHY DID YOU CHANGE ? Boy

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Smiths (The). Hatful Of Hollow. Handsome Devil. Smiths (The). Cappello pieno di Hollow. Handsome Devil.
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All the streets are crammed with things Eager to be held I know what hands are for And I'd like to help myself You ask me the time But I sense something

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Smiths (The). The World Won't Listen. Ask. Smiths (The). Il mondo non ascolterà. Chiedi.
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Lyrics by Stephen Morrissey Music by Johnny Marr Shyness is nice, and Shyness can stop you From doing all the things in life You'd like to Shyness is

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Smiths (The). Hatful Of Hollow. How Soon is Now. Smiths (The). Cappello pieno di Hollow. How Soon Is Now.
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I am the son And the heir Of a shyness that is criminally vulgar I am the son and heir Of nothing in particular You shut your mouth How can you say

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Smiths (The). Hatful Of Hollow. Girl Afraid. Smiths (The). Cappello pieno di Hollow. Girl Afraid.
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Girl afraid Where do his intentions lay ? Or does he even have any ? She says : "He never really looks at me I give him every opportunity In the room

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Smiths (The). The World Won't Listen. Half A Person. Smiths (The). Il mondo non ascolterà. Half A Person.
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Lyrics by Stephen Morrissey Music by Johnny Marr Call me morbid, call me pale I've spent six years on your trail Six long years On your trail Call me

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Smiths (The). Strangeways. I Started Something. Smiths (The). Strangeways. I Started Something.
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Lyrics by Stephen Morrissey Music by Johnny Marr The lanes were silent There was nothing, no one, nothing around for miles I doused our friendly venture

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Smiths (The). The Queen Is Dead. I Know It's Over. Smiths (The). The Queen Is Dead. So che è Over.
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Lyrics by Stephen Morrissey Music by Johnny Marr Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head And as I climb into an empty bed Oh well. Enough

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Smiths (The). Louder Than Bombs. Is It Really So Strange. Smiths (The). Louder Than Bombs. Is It Really So Strange.
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Lyrics by Stephen Morrissey Music by Johnny Marr I left the North I travelled South I found a tiny house And I can't help the way I feel Oh yes, you

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