Last night I dreamt,
That somebody loved me,
No hope, no harm,
Just another false alarm.
Last night I felt,
Real arms around me,
No hope, no harm,
Just another false alarm.
So tell me how long,
Before the last one?
And tell me how long,
Before the last one?
The story is old,
I know but it goes on,
The story is old,
I know but it goes on.
--The Smiths
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