The light from the street it comes
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Filtering through your room
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Just another night just another dream you're putting yourself into
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And outside the streets are bare without a care as if no-one
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Dares to make a sound
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I said well ain't that the way
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That you like it
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Well I know with all the plans we had it was gonna be hard to succeed
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But harder than any of that is sitting here watching you bleed
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You're on a plane to the end of your world
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You're going down down down
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It's one hell of a way to go out
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Yeah and all around it's comin' down
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You feel the winter it's setting in
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Well the leaves they now fill the gutters
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The trees just branches in the wind
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And into an empty room my eyes they're open wide
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to try to find something that was inside
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to take the place of what was left behind
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You're on a plane to the end of your world
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You're going down down down
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It's one hell of a way to go out
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Well you know it's so quiet here
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It's like a country town
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Where all the drama's gone
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it's left far behind and now there's only piece of mind
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You never thought it was a crime
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To be so sad and lonely
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But now you're down down down
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It's one hell of a way to go out
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Out with a bang
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Words & Music: Stevie Plunder
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Stevie Plunder: vocals, guitar
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Tim Freedman: piano, backing vocals
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Andy Lewis: bass
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Stuart Eadie: drums
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End of Your World
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The Whitlams |