| See my old man has a broken heart
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| Gotta leaky valve, an aneurysm
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| But, trace it back to the start
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| When that big old fire came towards Nannup town
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| That greedy thing burnt more than the bush down
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| You can bury the dead and try to forget
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| You’re still waking up with
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| Coffee, methadone and cigarettes
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| In the summer of fifty eight
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| When innocence shattered and broke
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| The tree, the egg, the nest, the breast, the yolk
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| When those thieving flames
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| Took my grandad from my Pa
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| And ever since then we’ve been mending all those scars
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| But the bandages and ointment ain’t done yet
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| You’re still waking up with
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| Coffee, methadone and cigarettes
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| That broken bird somehow grew
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| With his seven brothers and sisters
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| Moved from the country to the zoo
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| Between the legacy visits and the boarding schools
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| Yes he learnt to dodge the books
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| And he learnt to dodge the fools
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| Says he’s made mistakes
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| But lives with no regrets
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| Still waking up with
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| Coffee, methadone and cigarettes
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| Grandma on Sunday
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| Used to eat the chicken neck
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| Said she wasn’t hungry and the kids could have the rest
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| When those kids grew they learnt just what she’d done
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| She would go hungry for all of them
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| She’d go hungry for everyone
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| Now she’s gone and it’s hell in the hand basket
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| Still waking up with
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| Coffee, methadone and cigarettes
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| See my old man has a broken heart
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| Got a leaky valve, an aneurysm
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| But yeah trace it back to the start
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| When that big old fire came towards Nannup town
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| That greedy thing burnt more than the bush down
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| You can bury the dead and try to forget
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| You can bury the dead and try to live with no regrets
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| You can bury the dead and it’s all gone to shit
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| Still waking up with
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| Coffee, methadone and cigarettes
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| Now she’s gone
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| And it’s hell in a hand basket
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| Still waking up with
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| Coffee, methadone and cigarettes |