Is It Really so Strange? - Live in Boston Songtext
von The Smiths
Is It Really so Strange? - Live in Boston Songtext
Is it really so strange?
I left the North
I travelled South
I found a tiny house
And I can′t help the way I feel
Oh yes, you can punch me
And you can kick me
And you can break my face
But you won't change the way I feel
′Cause I love you
And is it really so strange?
Oh, is it really so strange?
Oh, is it really so, really so strange?
I say no, you say yes
But you will change your mind
I left the South
I travelled North
I got confused, I killed a horse
I can't help the that way I feel
Oh yes, you can punch me
And you can butt me
And you can break my spine
But you won't change the way I feel
′Cause I love you
And is it really so strange?
Oh, is it really so strange?
Oh, is it really so, really so strange?
I say no, you say yes
But you will change your mind
I left the North again
I traveled South again
And I got confused, I killed a nun
I can′t help the way I feel
I can't help the way I feel
I can′t help the way I feel
I left my bag in Newport Pagnell
Why is the last mile the hardest mile?
My throat was dry with the sun in my eyes
And I realized, I realized
That I could never
That I could never, never, never go back home again
Don't pretend, you didn′t like it
Don't pretend
I left the North
I travelled South
I found a tiny house
And I can′t help the way I feel
Oh yes, you can punch me
And you can kick me
And you can break my face
But you won't change the way I feel
′Cause I love you
And is it really so strange?
Oh, is it really so strange?
Oh, is it really so, really so strange?
I say no, you say yes
But you will change your mind
I left the South
I travelled North
I got confused, I killed a horse
I can't help the that way I feel
Oh yes, you can punch me
And you can butt me
And you can break my spine
But you won't change the way I feel
′Cause I love you
And is it really so strange?
Oh, is it really so strange?
Oh, is it really so, really so strange?
I say no, you say yes
But you will change your mind
I left the North again
I traveled South again
And I got confused, I killed a nun
I can′t help the way I feel
I can't help the way I feel
I can′t help the way I feel
I left my bag in Newport Pagnell
Why is the last mile the hardest mile?
My throat was dry with the sun in my eyes
And I realized, I realized
That I could never
That I could never, never, never go back home again
Don't pretend, you didn′t like it
Don't pretend
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