| As you kissed me under the influence that night
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| It was Christmas Eve
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| You said to me that I was the strangest creature
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| That you had ever seen
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| We made love on dirty laundry, awkwardly
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| Listening to David Bowie
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| And you closed your eyes
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| And I said goodbye
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| And all my life, I’d never heard a man
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| That can make a guitar sound like the way you can
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| Oh, I saw a cross on the wall
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| Found myself in St. Vincent’s Hospital
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| Screaming, «I don’t wanna die in this place
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| Don’t wanna leave this world in such a state»
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| I always knew it was never my fate
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| 'Cause the only constant we’ve ever known has been change
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| And our house got robbed again
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| They stole Tom’s bike and a GPS
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| And I’m running home again
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| From Footscray Station
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| And don’t bother stealing my wallet
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| Because I’m still earning minimum wage
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| And don’t even bother stealing my phone
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| Because the screen’s cracked anyway
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| And everything I ever cared for before
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| Was lost in the fire so long ago
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| And I moved away from home
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| Ended up outside Franco Cozzo
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| When you closed the door behind you
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| It sounded like you couldn’t wait to leave
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| Well, I know I’m not that stupid
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| Please don’t try to patronise me
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| Now you’ve made your bed
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| Now let her fuck you up in it
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| And fuck you over in it
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| And fuck you around in it
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| All over and over and over
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| And over again
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| Now there’s blood on Scott Morrison’s hands
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| There’s a rally in the city if you want to meet there
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| And I’m running as fast as I can
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| To Footscray Station
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| The sky is stained by the city
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| Yeah, it’s not pretty but it’s exactly what it deserves
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| Oh, you know that the sky is stained by the city
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| Yeah, it’s not pretty but it’s exactly what it deserves
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| And our house got robbed again
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| They stole your phone and the cigarettes
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| From our cozy little nest near Footscray Station
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| Well, the walls are paper-thin
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| And the trucks are loud, so I can sing
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| Well, I want to be here more than anything
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| And then there’s you
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| And lentils too |