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"Tired of Singing the Blues" (also known as "I'm Fucked") is an unreleased song by Lana Del Rey. It was recorded in 2010 and leaked on July 13, 2013. The producer of the song is The Flight and it is not registered on any music publishing sites.

Background[]

Two snippets of the studio a cappella leaked during mid 2016. A new snippet of the a capella was played on August 31, 2017, during an Instagram livestream.

Del Rey alluded to the lyrics of the song in one of her tweets back in 2010.[1]

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Lyrics[]

You know, sometimes
I think God's playing a little game with me
Looking down from Heaven, laughing
Tryna 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
Tryna make something of myself
Life's got something else in mind

I'm fightin' a losing game and I'm biding my time
You won't be my man, do I understand?
No, stop

I don't wanna hear another word
About your why-nots
I bought your bullshit all before
Now you're tryna sell me more, babe

Man who makes a beast out of himself got nothin' to lose
Sold my soul long ago, nothin' left to choose
I'm tired, tired of singing the blues
I'm tired, ooh, ooh, ooh, 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 wanna know another thing
You think you know about me
I'm not who you think I am
Smilin' but I ain't happy

A man who makes a beast out of himself got nothin' to lose
Sold my soul long ago, nothin' I can choose
I'm tired, tired of singing the blues
I'm tired, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh

Oh, my super God, I can't turn off
My mind is like a ticking time bomb
Tryna kill me from inside
Haunting me day and night
Is there no remedy for memory?

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 runnin' 'round the same town
Knockin' you down, I'm fucked
How can I get out when there's nowhere
To go for miles around?

A man who makes a beast out of himself got nothin' to lose
Sold my soul long ago, nothin' I can choose
I'm tired, tired of singing the blues
I'm tired, ooh oh, ooh-ooh

Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

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