You know sometimes I think godIs playing a little game with meLooking down from heaven, laughingTryina see how much I can takeBecause the way things go, it's like a jokeNobody's had more shots at the moon and missedthan meIt's like I got my life stuck, stuck on rewindTrying to makes something of myselflife's got something else in mindI'm fighting a losing gameand I'm biding my timeYou won't be my man, do I understandNo, stopI don't want to hear another wordabout your 'why not's'I bought your bullshit it all beforenow you trying to sell me more, babeMan who makes a beast out of himselfgot nothing to loseSold my soul long ago, nothing left to chooseI'm tired, tired of singing the bluesI'm tiredo-oohI'm walking down the streetsyou wouldn't know what I was thinkingIt's just another white girl day, hey, ribbons in my hairand I am sinking downA double life, a sordid past, and I am drinking nowI want to be badYou say you were glad to see meshut upI don't want to know another thingyou think you know about meI'm not who you think I am, smiling but I ain't happyA man who makes a beast out of himselfgot nothing to loseSold my soul long ago, nothing I can chooseI'm tired, tired of singing the bluesI'm tiredo-oohOh, my soul forgot, I can't turn off my mindIt's like a ticking time bomb trying to kill me from insideI mean day and nightIs there no remedy for memory?I've felt this way beforeI've known the depths of desperationMy boyfriend says I'm like an old movie starwith loneliness as my occupationI know that he's right but I don't care tonightI want to be bad, I want to be bad, I can't stopI keep running around the same town, knocking you downI'm fuckedHow can I get out when there's nowhere to gofor miles aroundMan who makes a beast out of himselfgot nothing to loseSold my soul long ago, nothing I can chooseI'm tired, tired of singing the bluesI'm tired
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You know sometimes I think god
Is playing a little game with me
Looking down from heaven, laughing
Tryina 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
It's like I got my life stuck, stuck on rewind
Trying to makes 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 it all before
now you trying to sell me more, babe
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
o-ooh
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
A man who makes a beast out of himself
got nothing to lose
Sold my soul long ago, nothing I can choose
I'm tired, tired of singing the blues
I'm tired
o-ooh
Oh, my soul forgot, I can't turn off my mind
It's like a ticking time bomb trying to kill me from inside
I mean day and night
Is there no remedy for memory?
I've felt this way before
I've known the depths of 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
Man who makes a beast out of himself
got nothing to lose
Sold my soul long ago, nothing I can choose
I'm tired, tired of singing the blues
I'm tired
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