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Would it stain If the lights fell down on your name And each face began to look all the same How much is enough? Did you ever want to just lose touch with everybody you know? In the morning When you've wiped his taste away The last of the red and all

Had a scratch only you could itch Underneath the Glebe Point Bridge And now every boy in a knitted vest Has got some precedent So we took a personality pill And something red to swill And now every fire has gone out in every heart that wanted to kill

Drunk at Cannon Falls. I never made the call I had your number It was chiselled on my hand and stained Fell asleep to the line Lyle sung "She's made up her mind" Now I'm the twenty first descendant of the age and I don't want it getting 'round t