| Faces in the crowd
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| Swaying on the floor
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| Posing me a question
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| I cannot ignore
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| Longing for euphoria
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| Puts me in the wrong
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| Tryna escape but the hold is just too strong
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| I got a splitting headache
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| Temples throbbing and my mouth is cotton
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| Can’t believe I went and did this shit again
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| Drinking liquor till it send me in a spin and then I
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| Wake up in the morning, living in a world of pain
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| Wasteland—see round here we do this every weekend
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| Dead of winter, silly season, we can always find a reason
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| And I never seem to learn from my mistakes
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| Moderate the intake
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| I swear by now I’ve died a thousand deaths this way
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| Way back before this Horrorsquad shit ever shit was poppin' off
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| I was working overtime at the bottle shop
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| Every day I’d see the same faces clocking off
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| Shuffle in, shuffle out, paper bag, on the grog
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| It made me wonder, what is it that we’re switching on and off
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| When we listen to our inner monologue?
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| What is it we looking for that we too scared to find?
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| What is it we don’t wanna see that’s got us getting blind?
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| In this colony of ills
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| To keep it 100-proof, here’s the truth distilled
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| Go and look up the rum corps, you’ll see this ain’t no run of the mill
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| This the land of the lockout and the 6 o’clock swill
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| So what’s the deal?
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| Faces in the crowd
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| Swaying on the floor
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| Posing me a question
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| I cannot ignore
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| Longing for euphoria
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| Puts me in the wrong
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| Tryna escape but the hold is just too strong
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| Friday night and we were numbered ‘bout a dozen
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| Too much substance to be saying anything of substance
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| But of course that don’t stop the discussion
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| We buzzing, talking over the top of one other, we bugging
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| When some some youngin in the corner pipes up and says something like
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| ‘I'ma get fucked up tonight', well alright
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| Spoken like a man on a mission
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| To carry on a great Australian tradition
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| Dunno if I’d call it peer pressure
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| But you know what they say about those birds of a feather, they flock together
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| And I can’t remember the last time I had a night that I can’t remember
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| So a bender is the very first item on the agenda
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| We keep going at this rate, we gon' detonate
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| ‘I'm just going for one drink', ‘Yeah whatever mate.'
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| Won’t you pull yourself together?
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| Yeah, I know you meant well enough, but shit
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| Alcohol is a hell of a drug, got me staring at the…
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| Faces in the crowd
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| Swaying on the floor
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| Posing me a question
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| I cannot ignore
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| Longing for euphoria
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| Puts me in the wrong
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| Tryna escape but the hold is just too strong |