: [Originally performed by The Smiths] Smoke Lingers 'round your fingers Train, heave on to Euston Do you think you've made The right decision this
't, and I never did What'd you expect me to give You never deserved my respect You've got that look I wanna know You've got that look, the hy pro glo
: Fix the mental, as if that changes anything Your heart is cured now, you're normal once again One confession, you thought that's all it took But redemption