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Our days used to be dark
our shirts used to be black
we used to stay in the corner of the schoolyard
and shared deeply disappointed looks.
And everytime when we were sad (we were sad very often)
we used to go to your place, and we listened to the Smiths.
Our nights used to be lonely
our hearts used to be heavy
there was no one, who could or wanted to understand us
and so we came closer.
And everytime when we were sad (we were sad very often)
I took you in my arms, and we listened to the Smiths.
Sometimes to the Cure or New Order as well
But mostly to the Smiths.