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Footscray Station

 

Footscray Station


As you kissed me under the influence that night, it was Christmas Eve
You said to me that I was the strangest creature that you had ever seen
We made love on dirty laundry, awkwardly, listening to David Bowie
And you closed your eyes and I said goodbye

And all my life, I never heard a man that can make a guitar sound like the way you can
Oh, I saw a cross on the wall
Found myself in St. Vincent's Hospital
Screaming, "I don't want to die in this place
Don't wanna leave this world in such a state."
I always knew it was never my fate
'Cause the only constant we've ever known has been change

And our house got robbed again
They stole Tom's bike and a GPS
And I'm running home again from Footscray Station
And don't bother stealing my wallet because I'm still earning minimum wage
And don't even bother stealing my phone because the screen's cracked anyway
And everything I ever cared for before was lost in the fire so long ago
And I moved away from home
Ended up outside Franco Cozzo

When you closed the door behind you, it sounded like you couldn't wait to leave
Well, I know I'm not that stupid
Please don't try to patronize me
Now you've made your bed
Now let her fuck you up in it
And fuck you over in it
And fuck you around in it
All over and over and over and over again

Now there's blood on Scott Morrison's hands
There's a rally in the city if you want to meet there
And I'm running as fast as I can to Footscray Station
The sky is stained by the city
Yeah, it's not pretty but it's exactly what it deserves
Oh, you know that the sky is stained by the city
Yeah, it's not pretty but it's exactly what it deserves

And our house got robbed again
They stole your phone and the cigarettes
From our cozy little nest near Footscray Station
Well, the walls are paper-thin
And the trucks are loud, so I can sing
Well, I want to be here more than anything
And then there's you
And lentils too

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