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By Powderfinger, In my head, inside my dreams
Under my hand as no
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By Powderfinger, There's nothing to say but she came and then she
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By Powderfinger, Holding out for a signal to come
Solution found should appease
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By Powderfinger, I keep looking back for clues
They're all mine
I keep pulling
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By Powderfinger, Tell me when does your justice start?
What you say and
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By Powderfinger, Oh Jesus Christ, what name do You go by now
For
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By Powderfinger, And you'll be there to break my fall
To reassure my
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By Powderfinger, Far may you run from what you know
Sermons homespun before
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By Powderfinger, (Bernhard Fanning)When you are setto throw in your handwhen you
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By Powderfinger, Yeah, you got knee high boots to hide focaccia fruit
You
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By Powderfinger, Sea uprising takes me in
The crimes I'm fighting break my
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By Powderfinger, If I had no friends, I'd have no one to
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By Powderfinger, Run little rabbit, cant break the habbit for none
Shapes like
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By Powderfinger, Fragile little thing go lightly on the wing
Don't be put
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By Powderfinger, Don't go too deep into the flood
Don't stare too long,
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By Powderfinger, Everyday feels the same
the bomb keeps ticking 'till the routine
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By Powderfinger, Tonight my heart well it broke like glass
I made a
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By Powderfinger, Don't look back just decide and move on
Cause you're wasting
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By Powderfinger, I was sick and tired of waiting lost
You were mad
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By Powderfinger, Who's gonna pick you up?
Who's gonna bend your rules?
Who's gonna
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By Powderfinger, I'll stand at your shoulder
I'll keep you running right
Keep you
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By Powderfinger, Release me from this struggle to be free
Won't you take
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By Powderfinger, I never really thought to say
That whenever you set free
You're
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By Powderfinger, (Powderfinger/Fanning)you've been working all you lifeall weekends and overtimewhile your
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By Powderfinger, You go, I feel like dropping bombs
Between your eyes but
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By Powderfinger, Honesty is out of style
So hammer in the coffin nails
A
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By Powderfinger, (Powderfinger/Fanning)At quarter to ninemy plus one decides to maker her
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By Powderfinger, I creep around slowly and receive from the TV
Signals about
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By Powderfinger, (Powderfinger/Coghill/Fanning)He's at you again raytesting out your head spaceno matter
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By Powderfinger, A gentle winter haze creeps in at three forty-four
The Hindley
