| I think I’m getting it right this time;
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| I can tell by the way she grins
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| She put the postcards up on the head of our bed
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| I can see Algiers
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| She said «don't the streets on Sunday look great
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| The way they open up their windows
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| And offer you things you know you’ll never buy. |
| «Lord I’m tired, I’m just so tired
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| Don’t say that you agree
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| With the price you paid
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| For your captivity
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| Sweet surrender and your
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| Poison pen are gonna take you
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| And make you whole again
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| Never gonna be the one
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| Who said you were the one
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| Who liked the lonesome life
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| All the times you stayed
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| And prayed and thought you
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| Had it made it was for
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| Hope then strife
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| So I went and asked my friend the doctor
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| «What is it I’ve got this time? |
| '
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| He said «apart from that albatross
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| Around your neck, the tests are
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| Negative, you really are quite fine»
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| So I went out to the airport
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| To play for my ticket
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| And someone comes up to me and says
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| «Hey man, they don t pay for that any more
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| Lord I’m tired, I’m just so tired
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| Don’t say that you agree
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| With the price you paid
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| For your honesty
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| Sweet surrender and your
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| Poison pen are gonna take you
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| And make you whole again
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| Never gonna be the one
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| Who said you were the one
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| Who liked the lonesome life
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| All the times vou stayed
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| And prayed and thought you
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| Had it made it was for
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| Hope then strife
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| Lord I’m tired, I’m just so tired
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| I should retire
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| Don’t say that you agree
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| With the price at the end
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| Of hostility
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| Sweet surrender and your
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| Poison pen are gonna take you
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| And make you whole again
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| Never gonna be the one
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| Who said you were the one
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| Who liked the lonesome life
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| All the times you stayed
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| And prayed and thought you
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| Had it made it was for
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| Hope then strife |