| Through the speakers and through my walls
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| My sounds will travel in spite of it all
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| And to the bunkers of my fake brick walls
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| Pray, sister Mary, I can keep my control
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| For once or maybe twice, I was in my prime
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| The best are made from these
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| That’s what I say to put my mind at ease
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| The saddest songs were wrote in minor keys
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| Like Johnny Marr, I want my peace, please, please
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| Cancel the meetings, blacklist them all
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| My sounds will travel in spite of it all
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| This is my mission, this is my call
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| Pray, sister Mary, I can keep my control
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| For once or maybe twice, I was in my prime
|
| The best are made from these
|
| That’s what I say to put my mind at ease
|
| The saddest songs were wrote in minor keys
|
| Like Johnny Marr, I want my peace, please, please
|
| The best are made from these
|
| That’s what I say to put my mind at ease
|
| The saddest songs were wrote in minor keys
|
| Like Johnny Marr, I want my peace, please, please
|
| The best are made from these
|
| That’s what I say to put my mind at ease
|
| The saddest songs were wrote in minor keys
|
| Like Johnny Marr, I want my peace, please, please
|
| Like Johnny Marr, I want my peace, please, please
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| Like Johnny Marr, I want my peace, please, please
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| Like Johnny Marr, I want my peace, please, please
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| Like Johnny Marr, I want my peace, please, please |