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Not My Kinda Scene Powderfinger you had has gone from worse to bad so lean to the side whisper it quiet the end is in sight working all night around the clock everything you thought you had has gone from worse to bad but it's not My Kind of Scene Powderfinger My Kind of Scene Tell me where I'm supposed to begin an unhappy life working some kind of dead end job for everything you thought you had has gone from worse to bad lean to the side Vladimir Powderfinger all kinds Even tiny drunken Muscovite Mouths locked tight With a native man seeking shelter for the night I am a man I disguise what I can Boys with babies short of breath Nervously admire my Walking Stick Powderfinger Walking Stick Spoon Fed from a dirty plate A diet designed only to agitate A veil of pride and gospel truth To cover the hidden fist that he used And I wont say a word You’ve sewn me in my Trading Places Powderfinger Trading Places I could not face I could not face you lost my place couldn’t I fade away cannot wait to trade my place again you save face when I hang my head in shame feelings hide feelings Celebrity Head Powderfinger Celebrity Head at quarter to nine my plus one decides to make her arrival I’ll say what I like at the end of the night for social survival I’ll cut you to size then apologize and make an impassioned Up & Down & Back Again Powderfinger and rescue me from in the water deep careful now don't loose your aim the road ahead is clear again I haven't found it yet you drift away so slow in the ebb and flow so I landed on my POWDERFINGER Neil Young POWDERFINGER Look out, Mama, there's a white boat comin' up the river With a big red beacon, and a flag, and a man on the rail I think you'd better call John, 'Cause it don't look like they're Powderfinger Cowboy Junkies don't look like they're here to deliver the mail And it's less than a mile away I hope they didn't come to stay It's got numbers on the side and a gun, and it's making big waves Daddy's gone, my Living Type Powderfinger Living Type And you'll be there to break my fall To reassure my doubts and faults And all your fables will ring true They are the lies you lean on too There's love on your breath I'd better not Over My Head Powderfinger Over My Head a combination of the two worst ideas you might have well don't complain you just concede, there's nothing left for you (it's) sad to think that its all gone over my head I like to Stumblin' Powderfinger I got to feeling low for making light of whatever you said The pain went straight to my head chopping me up turning me to morose You've got a thing or two coming soon so I'll get out of your way Beat Belter Powderfinger Belter you go I feel like dropping bombs between your eyes but not today too slow I feel like stopping arrows with your mind it’s all the same something come along gonna make a change you don Like a Dog Powderfinger his halcyon days now we're trying hard to reconcile a history of shame but he reinforced the barriers that keep it the same if you treat me like a dog and keep me locked in a cage I'm not Pockets Powderfinger unpleasant scenes I want you to stay, stay, stay The blinding flash of circling stars Left relatively shallow scars You played your faux renaissance card To starry eyes and wild applause It's not My Happiness Powderfinger My Happiness I see your shadow on the street now I hear you push through the rusty gate click up your heals on the concrete waiting for a knock coming way to late it seems an age since The Metre Powderfinger you measure the world by what you leave behind welcome to the saving grace welcome to the saving grace there's a sunset on the road reappearing as we go keep the glass topped up it's not Waiting for the Sun Powderfinger Waiting for the Sun this will be an uncertain time for us my love I can hear the echo of your voice in my head singing my love I can see your face there in my hands my love I have been On My Mind Powderfinger Baby I've got you on my mind Honey you won't ever know How much i need ya by my side, Promise you I'll never go I won't take no from you this time 'Cos baby I've got you on my mind And honey I gotta Bless My Soul Powderfinger all there to you Coz I need Somewhere To begin Somebody gotta let me in Colour me with red and gold Your sweet love has blessed my soul Colour me with red and gold Come bless my soul Well I left the thunder Father’s pyramid Powderfinger Father’s pyramid Born into peace Boen into ignorance My familiy gave me strength Bonding my brothers And the war was her enemy Shed her mother’s tear Broke her mother’s heart Sink Low Powderfinger Sink Low It sure is guiet around here The phone never rings anymore So I'll wallow in silence And nail my soul to the floor ‘Cause I'm angry and jealous And sick and tired of untruth (Baby I've Got You) On My Mind Powderfinger Baby I've got you on my mind, honey you won't ever know How much I need you by my side, promise you won't ever go I won't take no from you this time Baby I've got you on my mind 'Cause honey I've These Days Powderfinger These Days it's coming round again the slowly creeping hand of time and its command soon enough it comes and settles in its place its shadow in my face puts pressure in my day This Syrup to Exchange Powderfinger Syrup to Exchange It’s early rise His teeth are firm And cleanse with hands to hunt and hope The sun divieds Imagine leaves A shelter while I sleep There are many years To cloud my Tail Powderfinger sick of me Come and releaive the friends that I keep They’re sick of me And I may have a point to prove I may just have a few memories that I might just like to loose Here I stand with my Thrilloilogy Powderfinger Thrilloilogy for every story gone untold there's a secret that dissolves so many pieces still unsolved you're not quite who you think you are can see the symptoms from afar I'm hosing Don't Wanna Be Left Out Powderfinger I creep around slowly and receive from the TV signals about my life I've no dedication to my medication I'm otherwise occupied An ambitious plan to bring attention to myself A cerebral hitman permeates Sunsets Powderfinger should have followed you and beat down your door Maybe it's gonna be breaking you every time you fall But to shower you with pity will do you no good at all Slow burn watching the world turn from my Grave Concern Powderfinger Grave Concern Somebody screaming that the end is nigh Never seen nobody with hopes so high Uneasy feeling creeping up on me Justify a weary trinity And I can hardly contain my joy Let