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“Jeane” by The Smiths

Jeane
The low-life has lost its appeal
And I’m tired of walking these streets
To a room with a cupboard bare

Jeane
I’m not sure what happiness means
But I look in your eyes
And I know
That it isn’t there

We tried, we failed

Jeane
There’s ice on the sink where we bathe
So how can you call this a home
When you know it’s a grave ?

But you still hold a greedy grace
As you tidy the place
But it’ll never be clean
Jeane

We tried, we failed

Oh …
Cash on the nail
It’s just a fairytale
Oh …
And I don’t believe in magic anymore
Jeane

But I think you know
I really think you know
Oh …
I think you know the truth
Jeane

Oh …