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When you run into me |
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On Waratah Street |
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I won't stare you down |
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I won't even speak |
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I've painted my face |
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I look like a freak |
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I'm always at home |
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I'm waiting |
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And everyone's talking |
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And nobody's listening |
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Everyone's busy |
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And nobody's thinking |
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I've got some ideas |
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But I can't stop drinking |
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And nobody's listening to me |
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Nobody's listening to me |
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There's a house on the bend |
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On Waratah Street |
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And Matthew's my friend |
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He gardens with so much affection |
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He's right on the money |
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He's bent |
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He showed me the photos |
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And everyone's talking |
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And nobody's listening |
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And everyone's busy |
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And nobody's thinking |
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I've got some ideas |
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But I can't stop drinking |
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And nobody's listening to me |
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Nobody's listening to me |
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If you come looking |
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I'll stop hiding |
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If we're not talking |
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At least were not fighting |
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I'd go to pieces |
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If I was together I'd rattle |
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You'll never run into me |
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On Waratah Street |
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You won't track me down |
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And we'll never meet |
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I've painted my face |
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I look like a freak |
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I'm always at home |
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I'm waiting |
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And everyone's talking |
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And nobody's listening |
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Everyone's busy |
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And nobody's thinking |
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I've got some ideas |
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But I can't stop drinking |
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And nobody's listening to me |
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Nobody's listening to me |
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Nobody's listening to me |
