I think i'm getting it right this time;

I can tell by the way she grins.

She put the postcards up on the head of our bed,

I can see algiers.

She said "don't the streets on sunday look great,

The way they open up their windows

And offer you things you know you'll never buy."

Lord i'm tired, i'm just so tired.



Don't say that you agree

With the price you paid

For your captivity.

Sweet surrender and your

Poison pen are gonna take you

And make you whole again.

Never gonna be the one

Who said you were the one

Who liked the lonesome life.

All the times you stayed

And prayed and thought you

Had it made it was for

Hope then strife.



So i went and asked my friend the doctor

"what is it i've got this time?'

He said "apart from that albatross

Around your neck, the tests are

Negative, you really are quite fine".

So i went out to the airport

To play for my ticket

And someone comes up to me and says

"hey man, they don t pay for that any more

Lord i'm tired, i'm just so tired.



Don't say that you agree

With the price you paid

For your honesty.

Sweet surrender and your

Poison pen are gonna take you

And make you whole again.

Never gonna be the one

Who said you were the one

Who liked the lonesome life.

All the times vou stayed

And prayed and thought you

Had it made it was for

Hope then strife.

Lord i'm tired, i'm just so tired.

I should retire.

Don't say that you agree

With the price at the end

Of hostility.

Sweet surrender and your

Poison pen are gonna take you

And make you whole again.

Never gonna be the one

Who said you were the one

Who liked the lonesome life.

All the times you stayed

And prayed and thought you

Had it made it was for

Hope then strife.


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