To think it was going so well
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We'd go out at night come home and fight like hell
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Good fights about big things
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You know just pushing around in the dark
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To think I was scared to open the box
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New love on the doorstep isn't it funny there's nothing on how it works
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Go on have a look inside
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You won't know what you did without it
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Well you slept
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You met interesting people
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And you slept with them
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I'm up against the wall now
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Hotel room, a silent phone
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A packet of fags, a bottle of wine, a suitcase you call your own
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When the darkness comes from the inside out
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And even the barmen are pricks
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Vitriol, the cigarettes
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A long night of thinking and the search for the best vignettes
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Yeah well it was good wasn't it
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Then it got bad,p> Some say love it only comes once in a lifetime
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Well once is enough for me
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She was one in a million
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So there's five more just in New south Wales
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There's a show on the television now
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A man in the jungle with monkeys, he's saying we've come so far
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Yeah well it's news to me
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I'd better go evolve now
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To think it was going to well
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We'd go out at night come home and fight like hell
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Good fights about big things
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Like "who wrote the book on men?"
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Well it was me
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I'm up against the wall now
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And I'm afraid to say I must fail her
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Words: Tim Freedman
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Music: Michael Vidale/Ian Hildebrand
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Tim Freedman: vocal, backing vocals, electric piano, Korg C3 organ
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Ian Hildebrand: guitar
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Tim Hall: guitar (bridge), backing vocals
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Michael Vidale: bass
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Mike Richards: drums
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Scott Johnson: backing vocals
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Larry Muhoberac: piano
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Up Against the Wall
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| The Whitlams |
