| Song | Hope Then Strife |
| Artist | The Go-Betweens |
| Album | Tallulah |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Forster, McLennan | |
| I think i'm getting it right this time; | |
| I can tell by the way she grins. | |
| She put the postcards up on the head of our bed, | |
| I can see algiers. | |
| She said "don't the streets on sunday look great, | |
| The way they open up their windows | |
| And offer you things you know you'll never buy." | |
| Lord i'm tired, i'm just so tired. | |
| Don't say that you agree | |
| With the price you paid | |
| For your captivity. | |
| Sweet surrender and your | |
| Poison pen are gonna take you | |
| And make you whole again. | |
| Never gonna be the one | |
| Who said you were the one | |
| Who liked the lonesome life. | |
| All the times you stayed | |
| And prayed and thought you | |
| Had it made it was for | |
| Hope then strife. | |
| So i went and asked my friend the doctor | |
| "what is it i've got this time?' | |
| He said "apart from that albatross | |
| Around your neck, the tests are | |
| Negative, you really are quite fine". | |
| So i went out to the airport | |
| To play for my ticket | |
| And someone comes up to me and says | |
| "hey man, they don t pay for that any more | |
| Lord i'm tired, i'm just so tired. | |
| Don't say that you agree | |
| With the price you paid | |
| For your honesty. | |
| Sweet surrender and your | |
| Poison pen are gonna take you | |
| And make you whole again. | |
| Never gonna be the one | |
| Who said you were the one | |
| Who liked the lonesome life. | |
| All the times vou stayed | |
| And prayed and thought you | |
| Had it made it was for | |
| Hope then strife. | |
| Lord i'm tired, i'm just so tired. | |
| I should retire. | |
| Don't say that you agree | |
| With the price at the end | |
| Of hostility. | |
| Sweet surrender and your | |
| Poison pen are gonna take you | |
| And make you whole again. | |
| Never gonna be the one | |
| Who said you were the one | |
| Who liked the lonesome life. | |
| All the times you stayed | |
| And prayed and thought you | |
| Had it made it was for | |
| Hope then strife. |
| zuo ci : Forster, McLennan | |
| I think i' m getting it right this time | |
| I can tell by the way she grins. | |
| She put the postcards up on the head of our bed, | |
| I can see algiers. | |
| She said " don' t the streets on sunday look great, | |
| The way they open up their windows | |
| And offer you things you know you' ll never buy." | |
| Lord i' m tired, i' m just so tired. | |
| Don' t say that you agree | |
| With the price you paid | |
| For your captivity. | |
| Sweet surrender and your | |
| Poison pen are gonna take you | |
| And make you whole again. | |
| Never gonna be the one | |
| Who said you were the one | |
| Who liked the lonesome life. | |
| All the times you stayed | |
| And prayed and thought you | |
| Had it made it was for | |
| Hope then strife. | |
| So i went and asked my friend the doctor | |
| " what is it i' ve got this time?' | |
| He said " apart from that albatross | |
| Around your neck, the tests are | |
| Negative, you really are quite fine". | |
| So i went out to the airport | |
| To play for my ticket | |
| And someone comes up to me and says | |
| " hey man, they don t pay for that any more | |
| Lord i' m tired, i' m just so tired. | |
| Don' t say that you agree | |
| With the price you paid | |
| For your honesty. | |
| Sweet surrender and your | |
| Poison pen are gonna take you | |
| And make you whole again. | |
| Never gonna be the one | |
| Who said you were the one | |
| Who liked the lonesome life. | |
| All the times vou stayed | |
| And prayed and thought you | |
| Had it made it was for | |
| Hope then strife. | |
| Lord i' m tired, i' m just so tired. | |
| I should retire. | |
| Don' t say that you agree | |
| With the price at the end | |
| Of hostility. | |
| Sweet surrender and your | |
| Poison pen are gonna take you | |
| And make you whole again. | |
| Never gonna be the one | |
| Who said you were the one | |
| Who liked the lonesome life. | |
| All the times you stayed | |
| And prayed and thought you | |
| Had it made it was for | |
| Hope then strife. |
| zuò cí : Forster, McLennan | |
| I think i' m getting it right this time | |
| I can tell by the way she grins. | |
| She put the postcards up on the head of our bed, | |
| I can see algiers. | |
| She said " don' t the streets on sunday look great, | |
| The way they open up their windows | |
| And offer you things you know you' ll never buy." | |
| Lord i' m tired, i' m just so tired. | |
| Don' t say that you agree | |
| With the price you paid | |
| For your captivity. | |
| Sweet surrender and your | |
| Poison pen are gonna take you | |
| And make you whole again. | |
| Never gonna be the one | |
| Who said you were the one | |
| Who liked the lonesome life. | |
| All the times you stayed | |
| And prayed and thought you | |
| Had it made it was for | |
| Hope then strife. | |
| So i went and asked my friend the doctor | |
| " what is it i' ve got this time?' | |
| He said " apart from that albatross | |
| Around your neck, the tests are | |
| Negative, you really are quite fine". | |
| So i went out to the airport | |
| To play for my ticket | |
| And someone comes up to me and says | |
| " hey man, they don t pay for that any more | |
| Lord i' m tired, i' m just so tired. | |
| Don' t say that you agree | |
| With the price you paid | |
| For your honesty. | |
| Sweet surrender and your | |
| Poison pen are gonna take you | |
| And make you whole again. | |
| Never gonna be the one | |
| Who said you were the one | |
| Who liked the lonesome life. | |
| All the times vou stayed | |
| And prayed and thought you | |
| Had it made it was for | |
| Hope then strife. | |
| Lord i' m tired, i' m just so tired. | |
| I should retire. | |
| Don' t say that you agree | |
| With the price at the end | |
| Of hostility. | |
| Sweet surrender and your | |
| Poison pen are gonna take you | |
| And make you whole again. | |
| Never gonna be the one | |
| Who said you were the one | |
| Who liked the lonesome life. | |
| All the times you stayed | |
| And prayed and thought you | |
| Had it made it was for | |
| Hope then strife. |