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By Crowded House, Deliberate provocation
I is what you gave to me
You got me
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By Crowded House, Pretty soon you'll be able to remember her
Lying in the
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By Crowded House, Well, no one told me about her
The way she lied
Well,
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By Crowded House, These walls have eyes
Rows of photographs with faces like mine
Who
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By Crowded House, Now you're heading down to get someone
should've done what he
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By Crowded House, Now you're heading down to get someone
should've done what he
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By Crowded House, now you're heading down to get someone
should've done what he
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By Crowded House, Now you're heading down to get someone
should've done what he
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By Crowded House, I like the way it serves me
I like the pigment
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By Crowded House, Love can make you weep, can make you run for
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By Crowded House, Watch out big ships are waiting, salt frozen on your
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By Crowded House, You take away my air, you make my lungs collapse
I
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By Crowded House, What'll I tell him when he comes to me for
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By Crowded House, What'll I tell him when he comes to me for
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By Crowded House, Start in the way that you want to go on
It
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By Crowded House, together alone
above and beneath
we were as close
as anyone can
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By Crowded House, Look at all the plans I made
Falling down like scraps
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By Crowded House, The odd times we slip
And slither down the dark
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By Crowded House, Walking 'round the room singing "Stormy Weather"
At 57 Mt. Pleasant
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By Crowded House, Walking 'round the room singing
Stormy Weather
at 57 Mt. Pleasant St.
Now
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By Crowded House, when you come across the sea
me like a beacon guiding
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By Crowded House, when you come across the sea
me like a beacon guiding
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By Crowded House, when you come across the sea
me like a beacon guiding
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By Crowded House, Dull, dull grey, the colour of our times
Cool, cool space
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By Crowded House, Dull, dull grey, the colour of our times
Cool, cool space
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By Crowded House, Here's someone now whose got the muscle
His steady hand could
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By Crowded House, Here's someone now whose got the muscle
His steady hand could
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By Crowded House, It could spell my mere defeat
You could find it's what
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By Crowded House, A sigh from the deepest well
You can tell a lot
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By Crowded House, English trees in my garden
We planted seeds in a faraway
