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Lyrics: The Smiths. Strangeways, Here We Come. Unhappy Birthday.

I've come to wish you an unhappy birthday
I've come to wish you an unhappy birthday
'Cause you're evil and you lie and if you should die
I may feel slightly sad but I won't cry

Loved and lost and some may say
When usually it's nothing, surely you're happy
It should be this way, I say "No, I'm gonna kill my dog"
May the lines sag, lines sag heavy and deep tonight"

I've come to wish you an unhappy birthday
I've come to wish you an unhappy birthday
'Cause you're evil and you lie and if you should die
I may feel slightly sad but I won't cry

Loved and lost and some may say
When usually it's nothing, surely you're happy
It should be this way, I said, "No" and then I shot myself
So, drink, drink, drink and be ill tonight

From the one you left behind
From the one you left behind
From the one you left behind
From the one you left behind

Behind, behind, behind
Behind, behind, behind
Oh, unhappy birthday
Behind, behind, behind