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Into the nightside, the city rolls |
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Rivers of light, a million souls |
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I'm three days out of |
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Parramatta jail |
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City of hearts is out of control |
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Newspaper men are using my name |
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They hold the power, |
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I hold the blame |
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An' I know no love runs deep enough to hide you |
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When military minds are closing in |
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I don't wanna know about tomorrow |
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I don't wanna know about tomorrow |
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I don't wanna know about tomorrow |
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Oh no All last week, |
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I was clutching at straws |
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Facing the future, forcing the doors |
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I got death in the hour, life on the run |
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Or twenty more years under the gun |
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There's an eighty dollar hooker |
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She's asleep on the bed |
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TV weather's on |
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But the sound is dead |
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Out in the shadows |
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They've got us in their sights |
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But I don't wanna know about tomorrow |
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She set me free tonight |
