All that matters in the end,
Are the good times that have been.
The living is tiresome, killing a sin.
And death is easy if you've been.
And you don't think of the bad times,
When you're dyin'

I don't believe you heard what I said,
Don't knock the windows,
Keep out of my way.
I've got so little time to pray,
I want to have fun.

I got no time to take from my games,
To pay my dues riding boxcar trains.
Throw me a pillow fight,
Let's go insane.
I like to run.

So help no one else.
Put your cares on a shelf.
And come along with me,
Sweet misery.

It doesn't matter if you're six or sixty-three,
Once you have lost your hold on the dream.
Forget that you're human,
Become a machine.
You're old and you're tethered.

But if you'd really like to be free,
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Take hold of a dream,
Grab it with me,
'Cause now is forever.

So help no one else.
Put your cares on a shelf.
And come along with me,
Sweet misery.

All that matters in the end,
Are the good times that have been.
Living's tiresome, killing a sin.
And death is easy if you've been.
And you don't think of the bad times,
When you're dyin'

Instrumental to end.

SWEET MISERY
Written by: Janis Ian
Performed by: Janis Ian-1968
Appears on: The Secret Life of J. Eddy Fink-1968,
Society's Child: The Verve Recordings-19951 &
Desert Blue (Original Soundtrack-Various Artists)-1999.

1Transcribed from the track on this album.

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