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Morrissey On The Streets I Ran

face glares back At me from the glass and lurches Oh forgive me, on the streets I ran Turned sickness into popular song Streets of wet black holes On

glares back At me from the glass and lurches Oh forgive me, on the streets I ran Turned sickness into popular song Streets of wet black holes On roads

glares back At me from the glass and lurches Oh forgive me, on the streets I ran Turned sickness into popular song Streets of wet black holes On roads