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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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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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I could have been wild and I could have 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 stupid 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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Hand in glove
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The sun shines out of our behinds
 
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Revision as of 16:33, 16 May 2020

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THE SMITHS Song
Name Pretty Girls Make Graves
Album/Single The Smiths
Length 3:24
Recorded Autumn 1983
Writer Morrissey/Marr
Producer John Porter

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Lyrics

Upon the sand, upon the bay "There is a quick and easy way" you say Before you illustrate I'd rather state:

I'm not the man you think I am I'm not the man you think I am

And sorrow's native son He will not smile for anyone And pretty girls make graves

End of the pier, end of the bay You tug my arm, and say: "give in to lust Give up to lust, oh heaven knows we'll Soon be dust"

Oh, I'm not the man you think I am I'm not the man you think I am

And sorrow's native son He will not rise for anyone And pretty girls make graves

(Oh, really?) I could have been wild and I could have been free But Nature played this trick on me

She wants it now And she will not wait But she's too rough And I'm too delicate

Then, on the sand Another man, he takes her hand A smile lights up her stupid face (And well, it would)

I lost my faith in womanhood I lost my faith in womanhood I lost my faith Hand in glove The sun shines out of our behinds

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