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WALTZING MATILDA
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(Sung by Tico Torres)
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Wasted and wounded, it ain't what the mood did,
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I've got what I prayed for now
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I'll see you tomorrow, hey Frank, can I borrow a couple of bucks from you
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To go waltzing Mathilda, waltzing Mathilda,
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You'll go waltzing Mathilda with me
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I'm an innocent victim of a blinded alley
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And I'm tired of all these soldiers here
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No one speaks English, and everything's broken, and my Stacys are
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soaking wet to go waltzing Mathilda, waltzing Mathilda,
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You'll go waltzing Mathilda with me
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Now I lost my Saint Christopher now that I've kissed her
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And the one-armed bandit knows
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That the maverick Chinaman with his cold-blooded style
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And the girls stand by the strip-tease shows, go
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Waltzing Mathilda, waltzing Mathilda,
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You'll go waltzing Mathilda with me
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Now I don't want your sympathy, the fugitive says
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That the streets ain't for dreaming now
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Manslaughter dragnets and the ghosts that sell memories,
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want a piece of the action anyhow
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Go waltzing Mathilda, waltzing Mathilda,
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You'll go waltzing Mathilda with me
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It's a battered old suitcase in a hotel someplace,
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And a wound that will never heal
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No prima donnas, the perfume is on
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It's an old shirt that's stained with blood and whiskey
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And goodnight to the street sweepers, the night watchmen, the flame
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keepers
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Goodnight Mathilda, too
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And Goodnight Mathilda, too
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WALTZING MATILDA
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| Bon Jovi |
