I've been forty days and forty nights
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In television land
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I'd kill myself with cigarettes
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If I could find my hands
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Livin' in a ghost town
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Take this will and testament
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And nail it to the wall
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You know I spent my time here
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Learning how to crawl
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Livin' in a ghost town
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And money don't buy water round
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The ghost town
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I've never found a border round
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The ghost town
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Whoever sets the weather
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Oughta keep it pretty calm
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Keep it fine and mild
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Cause like a cheap alarm
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I'm fuckin' wound
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There's just a man on a bad street
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Who cannot turn around
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Or shout above the heat
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Below the knees he's
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Buried in the ground
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Waking up in Sydney babylon
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Is what it's all about
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There's only one way in here
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And one way out
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Ghost Town
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| Cold Chisel |