He was brought up in a house of women
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In a city of heat that gave its children
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Faith in the fable of coral and fish,
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Told them the world was something to miss.
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I turn to hold you, you're gone.
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Fingers let go, I'm gone.
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That's just a little unkind
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And just a little unwise.
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That's just a little unkind
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And just a little unwise.
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The salt in the wind moves over the mudflats
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Sticks to your skin and rusts up the lights,
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Blows through the ferns that breathe in the dark,
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I try to forget but it's so hard.
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I turn to hold you, you're gone.
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Fingers let go, I'm gone.
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That's just a little unkind
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And just a little unwise.
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That's just a little unkind
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And just a little unwise.
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What was once is a falling star;
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It'll hit you and hurt you and open your heart.
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Burn in a river tangled with reeds
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While a crane on the water silently feeds.
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I turn to hold you, you're gone.
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Fingers let go, I'm gone.
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That's just a little unkind
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And just a little unwise.
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That's just a little unkind
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And just a little unwise.
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(repeat till cicadas join in the fun)
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Unkind and Unwise
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| The Go-Betweens |
