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12 Hours The Whitlams Spent 12 hours drinking Slept with someone that looked like you We got up early in the afternoon Her eyes were sweet but how could she Know that we had wandered down a dead-end street And I couldnt Been Away Too Long The Whitlams Everything looks strange to me like a recurring dream I think I know what's coming, til it turns out wrong Ive been away, away too long I cant change where Ive been the bad Ive done and seen But my heart Beauty In Me The Whitlams Cross-legged on the front lawn shes had a bad pill The lights of the city they can all go to hell Itll all come good if she can put in the hours She wants to get into film but its gonna take years 12 hours 벤자민 (Benzamin) Remind me when you walkin’ Although It’s time to fall asleep 새벽이 와도 훤해 You made my day 12 hours once again Remind me when you walkin’ Although It’s time to fall asleep 새벽이 와도 훤해 You made my day I Was Alive The Whitlams The night I met you were a fucking disgrace Tripping over people falling flat on your face I thought Id dance with you cause you wouldnt remember A year ago now yeah that was the end of December Theres No Aphrodisiac The Whitlams A letter to you on a cassette 'Cause we don't write anymore Gotta make it up quickly There's people asleep on the second floor There's no aphrodisiac like loneliness Truth beauty and a picture of You Gotta Love This City The Whitlams really full, and his girlfriend had a boyfriend The houses all the same, now here's the rain Not falling but collapsing at his feet Deep breath and he clocks on, raincoat on his arm He wishes the 6, 8, 12 brian mcnight I should be over you I should know better but it’s just not the case It’s been 6 months, 8 days, 12 hours since you went away Do you ever ask about me? 6, 8, 12 llllOH플llll 꽁냥꽁냥 don't know what to say I should be over you I should know better but it's just not the case It's been six months eight days twelve hours Since you went away Do you ever ask about me Do your friends 6, 8, 12 Brian McKnight I don\'t know what to say I should be over you I should know better but it\'s just not the case It\'s been six months eight days twelve hours Since you went away Do you ever ask about me Do your 12 to 12 sombr I don't want anyone else From the hours of 12 to 12 I am not the least compelled By anyone but yourself Look at me, it makes me melt I know you wanna see me in hell, my love I'm dealing with the cards Fondness Makes The Heart Grow Absent The Whitlams I woke twice last night, walked to the window Looked down at the gravestones guarding St Patricks in the snow And I thought if that's where it all ends I should get home again with you When fondness High Ground The Whitlams You've got your favourite programmes The bird, the dog, two cats One of your babies will always Ring on the weekend for a chat A beautiful garden Too easily getting out of hand How can you concentrate Ease Of The Midnight Visit The Whitlams Show me a way to stop lovin you And I'll stop coming 'round Your flatmate in the front room, He thinks he may have found - The last of the teenage lovers Surprised by what I feel The last of the teenage Royal In The Afternoon The Whitlams I won't drink, I won't smoke Won't get home at a hundred o'clock Nobody goin' to satisfy me Except you and the baby and the colour TV I was always in my prime Now I'm falling over the line The boys are Out The Back The Whitlams I wake and the sun has returned Trees with their majesty back I walk down to the sea Yeah, I'll borrow some wax I can sit out here like a teabag No more exercise for me Now I've made it out the back Breathing 400 Miles From Darwin The Whitlams We pay to shed a sombre tear in the darkness together here One among the hundreds, crying for the millions And when the house lights break the trance Only then unclasp our hands Compose ourselves Melbourne The Whitlams She paints pictures on the wall She eats all of the garden And has an aversion to conviction And she calls her dog "the bear" In love with this girl And with her town as well Walking 'round the You Sound Like Louis Burdett The Whitlams you sound like Louis Burdett And we roll on to my backshed, play some poker, scratch my head Look at the sky and spot the planes, where would I go on holidays? Stay With Me The Whitlams Youre watching the Sunday night movie Im looking at the gun-grey dawn way below me frozen quiet The line goes dead before Ive had my fill of words of reassurance That my home is still my home, its something White Horses The Whitlams All the white horses are dragged below the sea What goes on in there? Beautiful As You The Whitlams Travelling the world from side to side From Pocket Mountain to the Apples eye Like a misanthrope on Halloween Im hiding Under a tapestry of stone hung from the sky But in all the oceans blur, the planes Coming Over The Whitlams Can you divide the meaning By the number of your words? The money in your pocket By the masters that you serve? Thank You (for loving me at my worst) The Whitlams I shouldn't have driven You shouldn't have driven - but we got there Had a good time, so we left the car And the cabby was from a war-zone We were glad he was driving us home I was gladder of some Blow Up The Pokies The Whitlams There was the stage, two red lights and a dodgy P.A. Year Of The Rat The Whitlams Creeping into town with all these changes in my head Funny how my old haunts all look new A taxi from the airport to the Paris end of King Ill drop my bags Ill see whos in My dirty streets My fabulous Tonight The Whitlams You can go to bed Wednesday youre a wanted man And wake up someone else Your oldest friends on the sweetest night Now even they cant help And you run to stay still You hope your heart explodes Your Cries Too Hard The Whitlams Torch the moon, burn the schools She wrote in red on her bedroom wall - "Nothing's pure", the paint runs to the floor She laughs too easily and cries too hard Shouldn't drink alone, the colours run How Keep The Light On The Whitlams We stumble into each others lives and we knock some things over Try not to make a sound Each time you reach out, a new shout or shine-on We run in and fall out, fumble around for the key Ill always My Floor Is Her Ceiling The Whitlams Her floor's my ceiling I know what goes on He finishes her quickly And then he gets up to go She walks to the lounge room And puts on a tape Lights up an Alpine And settles in for the night