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I opened a notebook, it read "The Darlinghurst Years" |
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I snapped it shut but out jumped some tears |
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I didn't have to read it, it all came back |
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Dragging my fingers through my hair |
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Hiding behind her back |
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Gutrot cappuccino, gutrot spaghetti |
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Gutrot rock 'n' roll through the eyes of Frank Brunetti |
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And always the traffic, always the lights |
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Joe played the cello through those |
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Darlinghurst Nights |
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One more coffee and I must go |
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Back to my room more chapters to go |
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We'll meet up in an alley with more places I know |
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I'm going to change my appearance every day |
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I'm going to write a movie and then I'm going to star in a play |
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I'm going to go to Caracas because you know I'm just going to have to get away |
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Marjorie and Kim, Andy and Clint, Debbie, Bertie, people came and went |
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And then there was Suzie who we never ever saw again |
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And always the traffic always the lights |
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Climbing that hill star studded nights |
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Joe played the cello |
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Alright |
