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They’d sat beneath the sweltering sun For an hour, or maybe two, Lost somewhere on the Birdsville Track They didn’t know ..

Wherever I go, whatever I do He follows me up the street, I cross the road and he crosses it too, We never actually meet, He know..

The beach swept away in the distance, The tide as far out as could be, A couple were laughing and playing there, She’d cuffed h..

The god from the past came stalking, Came clambering over the hill, He’d woken first thing in the morning With a hangover, fit ..

I seemed to be reading the same old book, Over and over again, With always a feeling of certainty That nothing would change, it&rsquo..

It was five past three in the morning, I had tried, but I couldn’t sleep, The hound across the hall had howled Then I heard its..

I thought the cottage was rather cheap, I said so at the time, It was standing empty far too long For a setting, so sublime, The ..

When Michael married my girlfriend I was standing, up at the back, I didn’t want to be seen in there, They’d think I was ..

His eyes were beginning to mist, I saw When he told his final tale, With the grandchildren all gathered round And he with his pint of..

They hid in a concrete bunker there While the bombs flew overhead, Each bomb had seemed to be closer, and At times, they thought th..