The Smiths

Light thinks its the fastest there is, but no matter how fast light travels it finds the darkness has always got there first, and is waiting for it.




Har suttit och lyssnat lite på the Smiths. Hur grymt sjunger inte Morrissey? Orkar inte skriva om helgen nu för den har lämnat alldeles för många frågor rekandes i mitt lilla huvud.





He said he wants to befriend me, Which means, He can't possibly know me
The voices of the real, And the imagined cry, The future is passing you by, The future is passing you by

So how can anybody possibly think they know how I feel, Everybody look, See pain, And walk away
And as for you in your uniform, Your smelly uniform, You think you can be rude to me
Because you wear a uniform, A smelly uniform, And so you think you can be rude to me

But even I, As sick as I am, I would never be you
Even I, As sick as I am, I would never be you
Even I, Sick and depraved, A traveller to the grave
I would never be you, I would never be you

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