By Powderfinger, (Powderfinger/Fanning)you've been working all you lifeall weekends and overtimewhile your
By Powderfinger, You go, I feel like dropping bombs
Between your eyes but
By Powderfinger, Honesty is out of style
So hammer in the coffin nails
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By Powderfinger, I creep around slowly and receive from the TV
Signals about
By Powderfinger, (Powderfinger/Coghill/Fanning)He's at you again raytesting out your head spaceno matter
By Powderfinger, A gentle winter haze creeps in at three forty-four
The Hindley
By Powderfinger, Do do do do do
Always on time
Do do do do
By Powderfinger, (Middleton)A combination of the two wort ideals that you might
By Powderfinger, Caged
You hold so tight, until your knuckles show
Escape
As far away
By Powderfinger, I tell you he?s a private man
In a public circumstance
He?s
By Powderfinger, Memories are fading, a single voice complaining
While days are stacking
By Powderfinger, I could not face, I could not face you
Lost my