You can go to bed Wednesday you¡¯re a wanted man
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And wake up someone else
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Your oldest friends on the sweetest night
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Now even they can¡¯t help
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And you run to stay still
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You hope your heart explodes
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Your beating wings
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Tonight is made of all the space
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In all the empty arms where lovers left their place
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Before the love had passed
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All drowning men are cowards out at sea
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She wouldn¡¯t cry with you
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Try and be kind to yourself when you¡¯re feeling bad
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¡®Cause there¡¯s no better way through
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And you run to stay still
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You hope your heart explodes
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Your beating wings
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And you wander down the hill
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And you¡¯ve lost it all
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Into the sky again
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Tonight is made of all the space
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In all the empty arms where lovers left their place
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Before the love had passed.
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You spin the lover¡¯s curse
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And trapped without the words to get her to agree
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Together you¡¯d be free
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Sometimes you got to look into the sky and become small again
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The note of a single star, it don¡¯t matter where you are
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It¡¯s an arrow saying goodbye, goodbye
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Tonight is made of all the space
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In all the empty arms where lovers left their place
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Before the love had passed
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You spin the lover¡¯s curse
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And trapped without the words to get her to agree
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Together you¡¯d be free
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Tonight is made of all the space
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In all the empty arms where lovers left their place
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Before the love had passed
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Tonight
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| The Whitlams |
