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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 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 Bless My Soul Powderfinger Push me right over And hold me down under the waves If I'm out breath maybe I'll recognise my mistakes Coz nothing I've done yeah Is worthy of showing to you It's just meaningless bullshit And promises Sunsets Powderfinger Sunsets over the beaches from now on Each day looking for new ways to go on Maybe I should drop by maybe I should have called Maybe I should have followed you and beat down your door Maybe it's gonna 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 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 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 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 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 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 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 Not My Kinda Scene Powderfinger 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 Hindley Street Powderfinger Hindley Street a gentle winter haze creeps in at three forty-four the Hindley st parade shuffles to my door the hotel decor shades are always poorly sewn twenty-five in thirty days makes this room 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 (Return of) The Electric Horseman Powderfinger (Return of) The Electric Horseman In my head inside my dreams Under my hand as no one's seen Bent to the will of the others Strange kind of day to discover That all seasons fail and recover So Come Away Powderfinger Come Away Come away with me i won't bite Your face is near come away Come away Feel my hand is on your skin It's smooth I want to touch it To touch it Come sit yourself next to me I've got Hurried Bloom Powderfinger hurried bloom Whisper the secrets from night to day Bird announces the dawning and fills it with praise And the wound slowly heals Voicless inferior Voicless inferior Moon raise your head Whatever Makes You Happy Powderfinger help to carry us away if the memories I left throw the light that helps to guide you through we trickle down to our goodbyes but a part of me will always stay with you what we've spoken over We Should be Together Now Powderfinger what are you looking for this time around might need something to bring you to ground everything turning me inside and out what are you looking for this time around it's coming in and over The Metre Powderfinger 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 over 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 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 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 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