| For I know that you don’t love me
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| Won’t you take me for the night
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| Press me to your chest
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| Sink my appetite
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| For i left my town this morning
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| At the bottom of a well
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| In Hurtsville
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| She said come with me little boy
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| Please dont be afraid
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| The town is dying and we’re leaving straight away
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| She drove around the block
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| dropped me home and rang the bell
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| In Hurtsville
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| It hurts
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| All my past lovers
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| Have become the best of friends
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| They hold a weekly meeting
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| And they’re plotting their revenge
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| The soil is so soft i dug my grave just to standing still
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| In Hurtsville
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| Well they say if you’re born you’ll die here
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| I wonder if it’s true
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| The last time I checked our relations was just me and you
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| I’ll flip the burgers while you work the till
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| oooooooooooooh
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| In Hurstville
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| It hurts
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| Well baby’s cryin'
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| and mumma’s gone
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| and i’d be lying
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| if I said she’s coming home
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| I’m planting seeds amongst the weeds
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| I’ll never kill
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| In Hurtsville
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| They saw the wings of birds
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| They pull the stings from bees
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| They cut the heads off women
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| who keep the men down on their knees
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| I couldn’t see what was happening
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| I’m just a solider in a drill
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| In hurtsville
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| And they say if you’re born you’ll die here
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| I wonder if that’s true
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| The last time I checked pur relations was just me and you
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| I’ll flip the burgers while you work the till
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| oooooooooooooh
|
| In Hurtsville
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| It hurts
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| The has-beens have been counted
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| The clock has ticked
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| The trap was set
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| And the fuse was lit
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| I came for an adventure
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| But i only found cheap thrills
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| In Hurtsville
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| It hurts
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| oooh it hurts
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| ooooh it hurts |