Mad dog days - John Martyn
    You sit in your room, pretending to cry.

    You seem so unwilling to try.
    I say what you're selling is just a lie,
    And I know that your price is far too high.

    Every night and every day,
    I show you my picture, you just throw the frame away.
    But I let you think you've got little to say;
    I can't look at your face any more.

    O they're - mad dog days,
    I said, only just mad dog days.
    In the - mad dog days.
    I don't care if it's true,
    Between me and you:
    I can't see you through.
    Please, let me say goodbye.

    I never get used to you.
    I never, could never get used to you.
    I never get used to you.
    I never get used to you.

    You don't see my dream; I don't see your romance.
    You make me feel like a dancer, but you don't care to dance.
    You see me hit the bottle, and you hit the sack.
    I go ratbat racing on the flat of my back.

    In these - mad dog days;
    I call them - mad dog days.
    I know they're - mad dog days.
    I don't care if it's true,
    Between me and you;
    I can't see you through.
    Please, let me say goodbye.

    I never get used to you.
    I never get used to you.
    I never get used to you.
    I never, never, never, never get used to you.

    'Cause you, you keep sitting in your lonely little room;
    You never, never, never come out at all.
    You, you keep sitting in your little darkened room.
    You are not willing to try,
    Pretending to cry,
    You're telling a lie.
    O please, just say goodbye.

    I never get used to you.
    I don't want to get used to you.
    I never get used to you.
    I never, never, no, could never get used to you.

    I know, I never get used to you.
    (Don't you cry here.)
    I never get used to you.
    (Stop crying, lying.)
    I never get used to you.
    You know, could never get used to you...

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