Well then I dreamed we were washed up in New Guinea
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Castaways on a hostile shore
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Purple waves on the salty ocean breaking
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The music flowing underneath your bedroom door
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Wouldn't you know it, that's a fact
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Wouldn't you know it, just in time for your vanishing act
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I said "Hey Isadora, get undressed"
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As if that's any way to treat a guest
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Like the wild winds above us, frothing on the sky
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You'll become immortal on the day that you die
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Vanishing Act
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| Steve Kilbey |
