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Every morning when I wake from my bed |
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I find I'm yawning just a'scratchin' my head |
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I face the dawning and I feel like I'm dead |
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I been sleeping all alone |
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Well every daybreak as I wake from my sleep |
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I find I'm aching as I drag from the deep |
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If I were a Mustang I'd be a junk yard heap |
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Mirror don't lie mirror don't lie |
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Talk about a rolling stone |
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Chorus ~ |
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Everybody said what's that sound |
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Put it in a skillet and a'slap it all around |
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And everybody said I can't stay home |
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Still thinking 'bout the Fall of Rome |
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Still thinking 'bout the Fall of Rome |
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Well all these dragons are just a'draggin' me down |
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I've been picking things up from the underground |
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Like a trackless tram I'm Bondi bound |
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Sitting in the depot all alone |
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No purity no clear white walls |
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Just a big stampede when the Warragul calls |
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Times a'menacing just gnashes and mauls |
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Where'm I gonna buy it where'm I gonna buy it |
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Gotta give a dog a bone |
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Chorus + |
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I've been thinking 'bout the Fall of Rome |
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Well I've been living a catagorical lie |
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Each last thrill the penultimate high |
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Just one more hit before I can die |
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Yellow teeth are snappin' all around |
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Well every daybreak as I wake from my bed |
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I find I'm aching just a'scratchin' my head |
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If I were a Mustang I think it's gone to my head |
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Mirror don't lie mirror don't lie |
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Talk about a rolling stone |
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Everybody said what's that sound |
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Put it in a skillet and a'slap it all around |
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And everybody said I can't stay home |
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Still thinking 'bout the Fall of Rome |
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Everybody said what's that sound |
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Put it in a skillet and a'slap it all around |
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And everybody said I can't stay home |
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Still thinking 'bout the Fall of Rome |
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Still thinking 'bout the Fall of Rome |
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Still thinking 'bout the Fall of Rome |
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Still thinking 'bout the Fall of Rome |
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I've been thinking 'bout the Fall of Rome |
