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Correct Tired Of Singing The Blues Lyrics
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Lana Del Rey
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Correct Tired Of Singing The Blues
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[Intro] You know, sometimes I think God is playing a little game with me Looking down from heaven, laughing, and trying to see how much I can take Because the way things go, it's like a joke Nobody's had more shots at the moon, and missed, than me [Verse 1] It's like I got my life stuck, stuck on rewind Trying to make something of myself, life's got something else in mind I'm fighting a losing game and I'm biding my time You won't be my man, do I understand? No, stop I don't want to hear another word about your 'Why not's' I bought your bullshit all before, now you trying to sell me more, babe? [Chorus] Man who makes a beast out of himself got nothing to lose Sold my soul long ago, nothing left to choose I'm tired, tired of singing the blues I'm tired [Verse 2] I'm walking down the streets, you wouldn't know what I was thinking It's just another white girl day, hey ribbons in my hair, and I am sinking down A double life, a sordid past, and I am drinking now I want to be bad, you say you were glad to see me, shut up I don't want to know another thing you think you know about me I'm not who you think I am, smiling, but I ain't happy [Chorus] Man who makes a beast out of himself got nothing to lose Sold my soul long ago, nothing left to choose I'm tired, tired of singing the blues I'm tired [Bridge] Oh, I'm so far gone, I can't turn off my mind It's like a ticking time bomb Trying to kill me from inside Haunting day and night Is there no remedy for memory? [Verse 3] I've felt this way before I've known the depths of utter desperation My boyfriend says I'm like an old movie star with loneliness as my occupation I know that he's right but I don't care tonight I want to be bad, I want to be bad, I can't stop I keep running around the same town, knocking you down, I'm fucked How can I get out when there's nowhere to go for miles around? [Chorus] A man who makes a beast out of himself got nothing to lose Sold my soul long ago, nothing left to choose I'm tired, tired of singing the blues I'm tired
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