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By Powderfinger, Do do do do do
Always on time
Do do do do
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By Powderfinger, (Middleton)A combination of the two wort ideals that you might
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By Powderfinger, Caged
You hold so tight, until your knuckles show
Escape
As far away
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By Powderfinger, I tell you he?s a private man
In a public circumstance
He?s
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By Powderfinger, Memories are fading, a single voice complaining
While days are stacking
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By Powderfinger, I could not face, I could not face you
Lost my
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By Powderfinger, In all that he takes, in all that he shows
The
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By Powderfinger, I see your shadow on the street now
I hear you
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By Powderfinger, Tell me where I'm supposed to begin
An unhappy life working
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By Powderfinger, Welcome to the new suburban fables
Dressed up like a tomb
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By Powderfinger, Blow the candles out raise a glass to the night
Let
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By Powderfinger, It's comin' round again
The slowly creepin' hand
Of time and it's
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By Powderfinger, For every story gone untold
There's a secret that dissolves
So many
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By Powderfinger, Come and rescue me in the water deep
Careful now don't
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By Powderfinger, This will be an uncertain time for us, my love
I
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By Powderfinger, What are you looking for this time around?
Might need something
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By Powderfinger, If we never make it back to how far we've
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By Powderfinger, Is it obvious that you have had it wrong?
You're attitude
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By Powderfinger, Strip me down
Wash me white
Leave the spots in my eyes
Novelty
Wearing
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By Powderfinger, Patron pushed vows aside
Parents blest, shine with pride
Lay child down,
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By Powderfinger, Somebody screaming that the end is nigh
Never seen nobody with
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By Powderfinger, She has a hand of reasons to lose him
He liberates
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By Powderfinger, (instrumental)
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By Powderfinger, If all the people that you ever knew
Pooled all their
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By Powderfinger, It sure is quiet around here
The phone never rings anymore
So
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By Powderfinger, There's every sign
That every mind must bear a little frustration
When
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By Powderfinger, I'll take the lead, you follow me
Come and relieve the
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By Powderfinger, It's a early rise
His teeth are furred
And cleanse with hands
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By Powderfinger, Spoon fed from a dirty plate
A diet designed only to
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By Powderfinger, Baby, I've got you on my mind
Honey, you won't ever
