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Albums:

Tired of Waking Up Tired: The Best of The Diodes (The Diodes) · Tired of Waiting for You (The Kinks) · Tired Eyes Slowly Burning (The Tear Garden) · Tired (John Hardee) · Our Tired, Our Poor, Our Huddled Masses [2 Disc] (The Residents) · Tired of Being Alone (Al Green) · Music for Tired Lovers (Erroll Garner) · Tired of Tomorrow (Nothing) · Tired of Runnin' (The O'Kanes) · Tired of Talking (Leon) – and 80 other albums »


caught, I am tangled
God I'm tired of waking up, of waking up alone.
I've been led to believe
Been led to believe
We need our space
I have come to see
Have
look each other in the eye

I’m waking up to what’s around me
I’ve lost too much to a fantasy
I’m tired living like I’m just getting by
Just getting
got
If you think you've seen love you ain't seen nothing yet
How could I ever get tired
Of waking up by your side
And the taste of your sweet kiss
Tells
And then this thing got a hold of me and still would not let go 
I walk in and heart beat jumped by hair stood up and my skin goose bumped 
My mind went
Wasted, wasted
A day's gone by
Waking up tired
Paycheck for the time

Here's to feeling stable
With all your cards on the table
Wake up
You and me, we're going down in sorrow
Calling all destroyers
Get in line, it's coming up around us
Waking up to the end of the world

It's all
and shaloms introduce ya
a rooster waking up the whole coopsta
spearheaded man him nice haffe move ya
sshh... understand why we sweatin'
makin' love in the wake
I am barely breathing

Waking up and letting go
To the sound of angels
Am I alive or just a ghost?
Haunted by my sorrows

Hope is slipping
get my sister gonna hold her near
Gonna take her right, right out of here

I'm sick and tired of waking up in this town
All I hear is car horns hooting
and dreaming

Watching the river roll by
Here comes that big old prairie moon rising
Shining down bright as can be
Up on the hill there's a coyote singing
always found it safer to give than receive
If I ask nothing of you
You can't ask anything of me
But you never quite go home
You start waking up tired
leaving,
I am barely breathing.

Waking up and letting go,
To the sound of angels.
Am I alive or just a ghost?
Haunted by my sorrows.
Hope is slipping
Mail,
An article in Leather Thighs
The only thing real is waking and rubbing your eyes
So I'm resigned to bed
I keep bottles and comics stuffed by its
of the firefighters put out my fires took all my matches
staying up later waking up old and I'm leaving her never
ordering in all friends and lovers and we're making
Waking up in the city
What are we gonna do
Take a picture to the park
Sing songs about the moon
I will bring the frisbee
I will bring the dog
We'll
the columns marching from the place we work
Out in the cold I am so tired
The sound of the boots is always there
If keeps waking me up
I blame you for my misery
I'm tired of taking back what I've given
I'm tired of waking up here*

And it's killing me, and I don't want you to leave
Should I make you think I
Maybe I could swim into your thoughts like your drugs do
Paralyze your body, sick and tired of waking up to
Burning eyes and cigarettes
I’m
Maybe I could swim into your thoughts like your drugs do
Paralyze your body, sick and tired of waking up to
Burning eyes and cigarettes
I’m
the other
I'm left with me and James and a million little pieces

It's not that I want them all
To be sorry when I'm gone
I'm just tired of waking up
I'm
as yesterday 
That I never get enough sleep 

Sleep, no I never get enough 
Always waking up tired 
Sleep, no I never get enough 
If I don't show up I
No, there are no easy answers
To sum up the problems which we face
History's a lesson, let us learn by our mistakes
Just don't expect to make
When my breath was light
When the world raised me kind
Here the mother comforts child
Every moment was waking up
But now I have grown tired

If I
Waking up with an ugly face
Winston Churchill in drag
Looking for a new maternal embrace
Another tired old gag
Am I just a walking bag of chewed up dust
hell

Waking up with an ugly face
Winston Churchill in drag
Looking for a new maternal embrace
Another tired old gag
Am I just a walking bag