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