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Planning your downfall. When your spirit's on trial. These nights can be frightening. Sleep transports sadness. To some other mid-brain. ]]></description>      <pubDate>Sun, 13 Mar 2016 12:40:15 +0700</pubDate>    </item>    <item>      <title><![CDATA[ That's How People Grow Up ]]></title>      <link><![CDATA[ https://www.forgotlyrics.com/morrissey/thats-how-people-grow-up ]]></link>      <guid isPermaLink="false"><![CDATA[ https://www.forgotlyrics.com/morrissey/thats-how-people-grow-up ]]></guid>      <description><![CDATA[ I was wasting my time. Trying to fall in love. Disappointment came to me and. Booted me and bruised and hurt me. . That's how people grow up. 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All of the rumours. Keeping me grounded. I never said, I never said that they were. ]]></description>      <pubDate>Sun, 13 Mar 2016 11:53:41 +0700</pubDate>    </item>    <item>      <title><![CDATA[ Oboe Concerto ]]></title>      <link><![CDATA[ https://www.forgotlyrics.com/morrissey/oboe-concerto ]]></link>      <guid isPermaLink="false"><![CDATA[ https://www.forgotlyrics.com/morrissey/oboe-concerto ]]></guid>      <description><![CDATA[ All the best ones are dead. And there's a song I can't stand. And it's stuck in my head. . There's a song I can't stand. And it's stuck in my head. . Oboe concerto. ]]></description>      <pubDate>Sun, 13 Mar 2016 11:05:07 +0700</pubDate>    </item>    <item>      <title><![CDATA[ Mountjoy ]]></title>      <link><![CDATA[ https://www.forgotlyrics.com/morrissey/mountjoy ]]></link>      <guid isPermaLink="false"><![CDATA[ https://www.forgotlyrics.com/morrissey/mountjoy ]]></guid>      <description><![CDATA[ The joy brings many things. . It cannot bring you joy. Sons of mothers huddle here. Men and boys. . 1850 swung the doors. And human sewage swept inside. ]]></description>      <pubDate>Sun, 13 Mar 2016 10:39:00 +0700</pubDate>    </item>    <item>      <title><![CDATA[ Julie In The Weeds ]]></title>      <link><![CDATA[ https://www.forgotlyrics.com/morrissey/julie-in-the-weeds ]]></link>      <guid isPermaLink="false"><![CDATA[ https://www.forgotlyrics.com/morrissey/julie-in-the-weeds ]]></guid>      <description><![CDATA[ Julie lie down in the weeds and see something new. Something new. Julie from now on all the pain of youth. It will not trouble you. It will not trouble you. ]]></description>      <pubDate>Sun, 13 Mar 2016 10:01:53 +0700</pubDate>    </item>    <item>      <title><![CDATA[ Istanbul ]]></title>      <link><![CDATA[ https://www.forgotlyrics.com/morrissey/istanbul ]]></link>      <guid isPermaLink="false"><![CDATA[ https://www.forgotlyrics.com/morrissey/istanbul ]]></guid>      <description><![CDATA[ When he first cried. His mother died. I had tried to be his guide. When he was born I was too young. The father searches for the son. . In Istanbul. Give him back to me. ]]></description>      <pubDate>Sun, 13 Mar 2016 09:52:16 +0700</pubDate>    </item>    <item>      <title><![CDATA[ I'm Throwing My Arms Around Paris ]]></title>      <link><![CDATA[ https://www.forgotlyrics.com/morrissey/im-throwing-my-arms-around-paris ]]></link>      <guid isPermaLink="false"><![CDATA[ https://www.forgotlyrics.com/morrissey/im-throwing-my-arms-around-paris ]]></guid>      <description><![CDATA[ In the absence of your love. And in the absence of human touch. I have decided. . I'm throwing my arms around. Around Paris because. Only stone and steel accept my love. ]]></description>      <pubDate>Sun, 13 Mar 2016 09:39:45 +0700</pubDate>    </item>    <item>      <title><![CDATA[ I'm Not A Man ]]></title>      <link><![CDATA[ https://www.forgotlyrics.com/morrissey/im-not-a-man ]]></link>      <guid isPermaLink="false"><![CDATA[ https://www.forgotlyrics.com/morrissey/im-not-a-man ]]></guid>      <description><![CDATA[ Don Juan. Picaresque. Wife beater vest. Cold hand. Ice man. Warring cave man. Well if this is what it takes to describe.... I'm not a man. . Wheeler, dealer. ]]></description>      <pubDate>Sun, 13 Mar 2016 09:34:02 +0700</pubDate>    </item>    <item>      <title><![CDATA[ Drag The River ]]></title>      <link><![CDATA[ https://www.forgotlyrics.com/morrissey/drag-the-river ]]></link>      <guid isPermaLink="false"><![CDATA[ https://www.forgotlyrics.com/morrissey/drag-the-river ]]></guid>      <description><![CDATA[ Drag the river and without her you may find a sliver. Of the one of whom you speak and whom they seek. she would gaze into the river as we'd look into a mirror. ]]></description>      <pubDate>Sun, 13 Mar 2016 08:10:25 +0700</pubDate>    </item>    <item>      <title><![CDATA[ Art-hounds ]]></title>      <link><![CDATA[ https://www.forgotlyrics.com/morrissey/art-hounds ]]></link>      <guid isPermaLink="false"><![CDATA[ https://www.forgotlyrics.com/morrissey/art-hounds ]]></guid>      <description><![CDATA[ Art-hounds look like nothing. So art-hounds write something. And those that do are judged by those. 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