End Lyrics

                        i think i've reached that point
                         where giving up and going on
                       are both the same dead end to me
                          are both the same old song
                                       
                        i think i've reached that point
                        where every wish has come true
                         and tired disguised oblivion
                              is everything i do
                                       
                             please stop loving me
                             please stop loving me
                           i am none of these things
                                       
                        i think i've reached that point
                     where all the things you have to say
                     and hopes for something more from me
                     are just games to pass the time away
                                       
                             please stop loving me
                             please stop loving me
                           i am none of these things
                                       
                        i think i've reached that point
                        where every word that you write
                            of every blood dark sea
                          and every soul black night
                        and every dream you dream me in
                        and every perfect free from sin
                               and burning eyes
                              and hearts on fire
                          are just the same old song
                                       
                             please stop loving me
                             please stop loving me
                           i am none of these things
                           i am none of these things
                                       
                           i am none of these things
                                       
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            robert smith - voice, guitar, 6 string bass, keyboards
                        simon gallup - bass, keyboards
                            porl thompson - guitar
                      boris williams - drums, percussion
               perry bamonte - guitar, 6 string bass, keyboards
                                       
                    produced by the cure and david m. allen
               engineered my david m. allen and steve whitfield
                            assisted by chris bandy
                      recorded at the manner, oxfordshire
                   mixed by mark saunders at olympic, london
assisted by mark warner, shawn defed, danton supple, andy baker and bill parry
                                       
                 thanks to bernard and john at 'the farmyard';
            to bob, 'sticky' neville and terry at 'the livehouse';
                         and to everyone at fiction...
                                       
              special thanks to suzie, mark, jess, sarah, sandra,
              keith, richard, louise, mandie, siggy and willy at
                         'the manor'; and to binky...
                                       
                    extra special thanks to kate wilkinson
                 for the viola on 'to wish impossible things';
                      to bruno (for his strange machine);
                    to mary, caroline, doc, carol and eden.
                            and to absent friends;
       and to dirk, shaun 'the bottle', and ted for the control room...
                                       
             we'd also like to thank the staff at 'the boat inn',
                     shipton, and 'the ovisher', kidingion
                                       
          all songs by smith - gallup - thompson - williams - bamonte
                                       
                          'we look before and after,
                           and pine for what is not:
                            our sincerest laughter
                          with some pain is fraught;
                    our sweetest songs are those that tell
                            of saddest thought...'
                                       
                                    shelly
                                       
                                       
                   all songs published by fiction songs inc
                           (c)1992 fiction songs ltd
                                       
                         (c)1992 elektra entertainment