Jeane
Jeane
The Lowlife Has Lost Its Appeal
And IÕm Tired Of Walking These Streets
To A Room With Its Cupboard Bare
Jeane
IÕm Not Sure What Happiness Means
But I Look In Your Eyes
And I Know That It IsnÕt There
We Tried, We Failed
We Tried And We Failed
Jeane
ThereÕs Ice On The Sink Where We Bath
So How Can You Call This Home
When You Know ItÕs A Grave
But You Still Hope For Ridding grace
As You Tidy The Place
But It Will Never Be Clean, Jeane
We Tried, We Failed
We Tried And We Failed
Cash On The Nail
ItÕs Just A Fairy Tale
And I DonÕt Believe In Magic Anymore, Jeane
But I Think You Know
I Really Think You Know
I Think You Know The Truth
Jeane
No Heavenly Choir
Not For Me And Not For You
Because I Think That You Know
I Really Think You Know
I Think You Know The Truth
Jeane
We Tried, We Failed
We Tried And We Failed
Oh Jeane
Thanks to The MorriÕZine for the lyrics -- Suedehead
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