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He lay alone in the street
Cordova near the Waterfront station
He lay for hours as if asleep
A party to your imagination
There were scraps of food laid out
But never touched it seemed to me
Maybe it was an offering
To feed his soul on it’s journey

Maybe I don’t know the answers and my mind is too small
But pretending it’s not there isn’t working at all
You might be happy thinking there’s nothing you can do
But you spend your life time hoping they don’t start on you


For a while his mind lived on as his body died
Too proud or afraid to let go
but then it all came over
When it’s down to who or what you know

In the morning his body was hone
Almost like he’d never been
With tiny marks and indentations
On the pavement like I’d never seen


Maybe I don’t know the answers and my mind is too small
But pretending it’s not there isn’t working at all
You might be happy thinking there’s nothing you can do
But you spend your life time hoping they don’t start on you

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Metal Postcard Records is an independent record label based back in Sydney and influenced by the likes of Fast Records / Factory / Postcard / Island / Stiff and Bill Drummund's wonderful Zoo records

We believe in new music from around the world ... not world music !
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