| With your famous philosophies
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| Tied up in brown paper wrapping and string
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| You stepped back through time
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| Like the time that you stepped through
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| Meant nothing at all
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| A little bit weary and world worn and eager
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| For taking some more
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| And we leaned on each other like brothers
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| And fought with our backs to the wall
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| We took no routine stance
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| We were living' our lives by chance
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| Robbing Peter for Paul
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| Losing it all
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| Maybe I’ll find you one Saturday night
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| In St. Kilda again
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| We were wrong the world didn’t end
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| Between there and here
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| Thought it’s still looking shaky and worn
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| Did you give up your dreaming
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| Believing time finds a price for us all
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| But time is an enemy, patient and clever
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| And way beyond our control
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| When you run out of time
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| It’s funny but money can’t talk at all
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| When the world turned rough
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| And betrayed your trust
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| And they left you out in the cold
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| In the deafening silence
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| A man is an island
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| When he’s out on his own
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| A little bit weary and world worn
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| Not eager for talking anymore
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| Hey brother what happened
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| To standing and fighting
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| With our backs to the wall |