Batten down the hatches, lock up grandma's ashes
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Anything that smashes, hide away
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You-know-who is coming over
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And if she isn't sober, there'll be hell to pay
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Yeah, we'll have hell to pay
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But I will play the perfect host and hope she won't go too far
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Just by being in your life, your friends will tell you who you are
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Your friends will tell you who you are
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This wine-tasting class is filled with silly arses
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Trying to add some style to what they swill
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And I know I'm no better, fickle as a feather
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We clink and then refill
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But there's still time for me to change
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Even though as soon as I start
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When you debut those brand new shoes
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Your friends will tell you who you are
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Your friends will tell you who you are
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One by one they scatter ashes over water
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Just catch up each summer, catch each other's colds
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And then goodbye
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Can I have another drink? I feel like another drink
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No, don't wanna call it a night (hiccup)
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I'll call it a disaster, drink to dying laughter
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But I won't go with no fight
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And you just smile, kiss me goodnight
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Because you have a good heart
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When you forget why you should be loved
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Your friends will tell you who you are
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Your friends will tell you who you are
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They will tell you who, your friends will tell you who you are, they'll tell you
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They'll tell you who your friends will tell you who you are
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They will tell you who, your friends will tell you who you are, they'll tell you
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They'll tell you who your friends will tell you who you are
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They will tell you who, your friends will tell you who you are, they'll tell you
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Your friends will, they'll tell you
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Your Friends Will Tell You Who You Are
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Kate Miller-Heidke |