| Wasted and wounded
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| And it ain’t what the moon did
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| I got what I paid for now
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| See you tomorrow
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| Hey Frank can I borrow
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| A couple of bucks from you
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| To go waltzing Matilda waltzing Matilda
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| You’ll go waltzing Matilda with me
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| I’m an innocent victim
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| 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
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| And everything’s broken
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| And my strength is soaking away
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| To go waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda
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| You’ll go a waltzing Malitda with me Now the dogs they are barking
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| and the taxi cab’s parking
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| A lot they can do for me 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 bushmills I staggered
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| You buried the dagger
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| Your silhouette window light
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| To go waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda
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| You’ll go a waltzing Matilda with me Now I’ve lost my St. Christopher
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| Now that I kissed her
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| And the one-arm bandit knows
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| And the maverick Chinaman
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| with the cold-blooded sigh
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| And the girls down by the striptease shows go Waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda
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| You’ll go a waltzing Matilda with me No I don’t want your sympathy
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| Fugitives say
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| that the streets aren’t for dreaming now
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| Manslaughter dragnet
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| and the ghost that sells memories
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| Want a piece of the action anyhow
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| Go waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda
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| You’ll go waltzing Matilda with me And you can ask any sailor
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| And the keys from the jailor
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| And the old men in wheelchairs know
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| That Matilda’s the defendant
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| She killed about a hundred
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| And she follows wherever you may go Waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda
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| You’ll go waltzing Matilda with me And it’s a battered old suitcase
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| in a hotel someplace
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| And a wound that would never heal
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| No prima donnas the perfume is on and old shirt that is stained with blood and whiskey
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| And goodnight to the street-sweepers,
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| The night watchmen flame-keepers
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| And goodnight Matilda too
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| Goodnight Matilda too. |