Telegram lines in meadows of junk
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Jewels stay late to shake and I'll be sunk
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Small eyed sellers with conquering ties
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And I know those sins carry dangerous crimes
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Yes we're sitting down the back with a head full of haze
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Coming to terms with our yesterdays
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Last night I found love in my fingertips
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Imagined I was swimming between your peninsular lips
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standing on the snaking road
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Mistaken, forsaken, and totally blowed
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Yes we're sitting down the back with a bone in my hand
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Pull down the blind on the sunburnt land
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Once we stopped in the dead of night
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I must have walked in on a hell of a fight
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I never even saw who was throwing the punch
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I never even asked who was paying for lunch
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It reminds me of the time I've told you about
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Every voice in the world seemed to shout
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I sank to my knees hands over my ears
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I could have heard what nobody hears
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But I blew out the match with a weary breath
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Checked my stash, there was nothing left
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Stuck my face into the night
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Tasted the rain that came with the light
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Sitting in the back with a sneaking suspicion
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Happy with my lazy ambition
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Transference
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Steve Kilbey |