The Smiths

The Smiths - Our Frank lyrics

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deep conversations
     they get me nowhere
     they bring me down, so
     give it a rest, won't you?
     give me a cigarette
     God give me patience
     just no more conversation

     Give us a drink
     and make it quick
     or else I'm gonna be sick
     sick all over
     your frankly vulgar
     red pullover
     now see how the colours blend

     Our frank and open
     deep conversations
     they get me nowhere
     they bring me down, so
     give it a rest, won't you?
     now will you just give over
     the world may be ending
     but look, I'm only human

     Give us a drink
     and make it quick
     or else I'm gonna be sick
     all over
     your frankly vulgar
     red pullover
     now see how the two colours blend

     Won't somebody stop me
     from thinking all the time
     about everything
     so deeply
     so bleakly
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Language: English

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