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I was laying on the banks, of the parramatta river,
just watching the boats, the skyline flicker.
When an all consuming rush, of acid to my brain,
had me feeling kind of lost, had me feeling pretty strange.
Xmas eve had always been a shitty part of year,
now here i sit, yes here alone, just soaking in my fear.
Well I know you had to go, yes I know you couldn’t stay.
But if you could I think you would just leave me anyway.
Now I know I’m not the perfect sort, by any kind of means,
and I know I’m not the kind love, you would wish for in your dreams.
A drunken mess, Im penniless, and I’m not to good in bed,
and your a rose, a beauty told from tales of myths and poems.
So when you say your leaving, alone you’ll find me grieving,
with empty bottles scattered through this house I’m never leaving.
Yes believe me when i say, no i don’t want you to change,
but god it would not hurt for you to show some empathy one day.
Seasons come and go, just like winters snow,
as true as autumn leaves are falling, how could our love grow?
When your never to found, and I’m left to hear the sound,
of my own thoughts chasing peaceful feelings to the ground.
If what is done is done, and this loves had its run,
you can take the tears and heartache, now I’m not gonna run.
Yes believe me when i say, no i don’t want you to change,
but god it would not hurt for you show some empathy one day.
Yes i was laying on the banks, of the parramatta river,
just watching the boats, the skyline flicker.
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Sick Boy
04:05
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Here it comes again,
just like an old friend.
Was it something i said,
are you 100%.
You should get some rest,
have you taken your meds.
Was it something I said,
are you 100%.
Your such a sick little boy,
so sick your a sick little boy.
Your such a sick little boy,
so sick your a sick little boy.
They say you cooked your brain,
from all that mental strain.
Or was it something I said,
are you 100%
You should have stayed in bed,
you’d be better off dead.
Hey was it something I said,
are you 100%
Your such a sick little boy,
so sick your a sick little boy.
Your such a sick little boy,
so sick your a sick little boy.
So sick, sick sick.
So sick, sick sick.
So sick, sick sick.
So sick, sick sick.
Your such a sick little boy,
so sick your a sick little boy.
Your such a sick little boy,
so sick your a sick little boy.
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Murray Darling Sydney, Australia
Sometimes fuzzy, sometimes not
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