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."
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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 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.
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Hope then strife
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