The night I met you were a fucking disgrace
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Tripping over people falling flat on your face
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I thought I¡¯d dance with you ¡®cause you wouldn¡¯t remember
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A year ago now yeah that was the end of December
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There¡¯s been blood, and there¡¯s been biting
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There¡¯s been Lizzie Taylor Richard Burton fighting
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It¡¯s all gone bad, that¡¯s alright
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¡®Cause god I was alive
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God I was alive
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You found your schoolgirl French somewhere in the haze
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And I was gone by the middle of the very first phrase
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All¡¯s fair in love and war in the Eastern Suburbs I suppose
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So I emptied the contents of my pocket in your nose
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Well here¡¯s been blood, and there¡¯s been biting
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There¡¯s been drunk and disorderly fighting
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All down the street and through the night
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God I was alive
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God I was alive
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She don¡¯t know which one to buy
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Australian Shooter or Australian Bride
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I throw my head up into the sky
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Thank Dionysius for a little while I was alive
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Using up fast the last days of my youth
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Trying to see if you were coming from my hot tin roof
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And rolling down the highway looking like an evil child
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40 hours later you¡¯d be back in the wild
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There¡¯s been blood, biting, Lizzie and Richard, fighting
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It¡¯s all gone bad, but that¡¯s alright
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All down the street, all through the night
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And god I was alive
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She don¡¯t know which one to buy
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Australian Shooter or Australian Bride
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I Was Alive
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The Whitlams |