| Sydney’s in sunshine but it’s cold as sin
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| Everyone walks leaning into the wind
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| On Crown Street I wait for my expensive friend
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| I can see by his eyes I’m in trouble again
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| I hurry down Broadway my time’s drawing near
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| Come Independence Day I’m in the clear
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| Set 'em up Bruce, let’s drink one more beer
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| 'Cause I’m leaving her for the last time
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| I’m all done with walking the line
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| I’m leaving her for the very last time
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| And I’m through with reason and wine
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| I’m leaving her for the very last time
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| In more ways than one I was totally blind
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| Yes I admit that I missed every sign
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| Now my reputation has lost all it’s shine
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| Lights on at Central, a train’s heading south
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| I don’t care if it looks like I’m running out
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| Set 'em up Bruce, this time it’s my shout
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| I’m leaving her for the last time
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| I’m all done with changing my mind
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| I’m leaving her for the very last time
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| And I’m through with reasoning why
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| I’m leaving her for the very last time |