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The Smiths

I am the son,
I am the heir,
Of a shyness that is criminally vulgur,
Of nothing in particular,

You shut your mouth,
How can you say,
I go upon things the wrong way,
I am human and i need to be loved,
Just like everybody else does,

There is a club, If you'd like to go,
You could meets somebody who really loves you,
so you go, and you stand on your own,
And you leave on your own,
and you go home, and you cry,
Then you want to die,

When you say it's gonna happen know,
Well when exactly do you mean?
See, I've already waited too long,
And all my hope is gone,

You shut your mouth,
How can you say,
I go upon things the wrong way?
I am human and i need to be loved,
Just like everybody else does...

Written by MARR, JOHNNY / MORRISSEY, STEVEN PATRICK
Published by Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.

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