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Wasted and wounded, it ain't what the moon did |
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I've got what I paid for now |
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See you tomorrow, hey Frank |
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Can I borrow a couple of bucks from you? |
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To go waltzing Mathilda, waltzing Mathilda |
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You'll go waltzing Mathilda with me |
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I'm an innocent victim of a blinded alley |
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And I'm tired of all these soldiers here |
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No one speaks English and everything's broken |
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And my Stacys are soaking wet |
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To go waltzing Mathilda, waltzing Mathilda |
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You'll go waltzing Mathilda with me |
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Now the dogs are barking and the taxi cab's parking |
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A lot they can do for me |
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I begged you to stab me, you tore my shirt open |
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And I'm down on my knees tonight |
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Old Bush mill's I staggered, you'd bury the dagger |
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In your silhouette window light go |
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To go waltzing Mathilda, waltzing Mathilda |
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You'll go waltzing Mathilda with me |
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Now, I lost my Saint Christopher now that I've kissed her |
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And the one-armed bandit knows |
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And the Maverick Chinamen and the cold-blooded signs |
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And the girls down by the strip-tease shows, go |
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Waltzing Mathilda, waltzing Mathilda |
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You'll go waltzing Mathilda with me |
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No, I don't want your sympathy, the fugitives say |
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That the streets aren't for dreaming now |
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And manslaughter dragnets and the ghosts that sell memories |
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They want a piece of the action anyhow |
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Go waltzing Mathilda, waltzing Mathilda |
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You'll go waltzing Mathilda with me |
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And you can ask any sailor and the keys from the jailer |
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And the old men in wheelchairs know |
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And Mathilda's the defendant, she killed about a hundred |
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And she follows wherever you may go |
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Waltzing Mathilda, waltzing Mathilda |
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You'll go waltzing Mathilda with me |
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And it's a battered old suitcase to a hotel someplace |
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And a wound that will never heal |
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No Prima Donna, the perfume is on an |
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Old shirt that is stained with blood and whiskey |
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And good night to the street sweepers |
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The night watchmen flame keepers |
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And good night to Mathilda, too |
