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Sister, I'm A Poet

All over this town
Yes, a low wind may blow
And I can see through everybody
With no reason
To hide these words I feel
And no reason
To talk about the books I read
But still I do

That's 'cause I'm a ...
Sister I'm a ...
All over this town

Along this way
Outside the prison gates
I loved the romance of Crime
And I wonder:
Does anybody feel the way I do?
And is Evil just something you are
Or something you do?

Sister I'm a ...
Sister I'm a ...
All over this town

All over this town
They pull over
In their Citroen vans
Not to shake your hands
With Meths on their breaths
And you with youth on your side
A plastic bag striding at the lights
(This once was me)

But now I'm a ...
Sister I'm a ...
All over this town ...


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Album: Beethoven Was Deaf
Year of Publication: 1993
Lyrics: Morrissey
Music: Stephen Street

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Amica Mia, Io Sono Un Poeta

Su tutta questa città
Sì, un vento basso potrebbe soffiare
ed io potrei vedere attraverso tutti
Senza un motivo
per nascondere queste parole che sento mie
E senza un motivo
per parlare dei libri che leggo
Eppure lo faccio

E' perché sono un ...
Amica mia, io sono un ...
per tutta questa città

Lungo questa strada
fuori dai cancelli della prigione
Ho amato il fascino del Crimine
E mi chiedo:
Forse qualcuno si sente come me?
E il Male è solo qualcosa che si è
oppure qualcosa che si fa?

Amica mia, io sono un ...
Amica mia, io sono un ...
per tutta questa città

Per tutta questa città
loro accostano
nei loro furgoni Citroen
per non stringerti la mano
con alcol denaturato nel fiato
e tu con la giovinezza al tuo fianco
Una busta di plastica bloccato al semaforo
(Questo un tempo ero io)

Ma adesso io sono un ...
Amica mia, io sono un ...
Per tutta questa città ...


Versione del testo leggermente diversa da quella pubblicata su "My Early Burglary Years" del 1998.


Album: Beethoven Was Deaf
Anno di pubblicazione: 1993
Testo: Morrissey
Musica: Stephen Street

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