Cardigans, The
Miscellaneous
Sick And Tired
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Cardigans, The - Sick And Tired
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Sick and tired and homeless
With no one here to sing for
Tired of being weightless
For all these looking good boys
You can always say my attic has its charm
You can always say you did no major harm
You can always say that summer had its charm
And that you did no major harm
Oh, spare me if you please
Sick and tired and sleepless
With no one else to shine for
Sick of all my distress
But I won’t show I’m still poor
You can always say my attic has its charm
You can always say you did no major harm
You can always say that summer had its charm
And that you did no major harm
Oh, spare me if you please
You can always say my attic has its charm
You can always say you did no major harm
You can always say that summer had its charm
And that you did no major harm
You can always say that, you can always say that
Oh, spare me if you please
Symptoms are so deep, something here’s so wrong
Nothing is complete, nowhere to belong
Symptoms are so deep, I think I’d better stay here on my own
So spare me if you please

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