Lyrics Getting Tired, Tired, Tired - The Orioles

Getting Tired, Tired, Tired

well standin on the corner lonesome as can be you said
that you would meet me, but you stood up poor little me!
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waiting round for hours pacing to and fro would like
to leave here baby but there is no place to go,
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i thought you would show up we would go back to my place, guess i better grow up and wipe the teardrops from my face.
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got to find another grave (?
) i’m baiting up a smooth line for other fish out in the sea