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Cold Chisel Miscellaneous Letter To Alan When it's time for your reflection As you wait till help arrives See our good friend's face on the dashboard And to know you cannot leave that cab alive Do you know I reach for you, from later times Once I knew Once I knew Now I'm walking Now I'm walking in the dark Like bells our dogs are yelling All across Centennial Park And the Sunday morning light just sends me blind And I'm only feeling useless Cause there's nothing I can blame Every person, thing and circumstances That moves this perfect day You've left behind And I'm thinking Christmas 1982 Round this time a year ago Gaskill sold his boat And headed for the Cross to sink a few Never trust a Wayside Chapel crowd On Christmas Eve They must be entertained And if a stranger does the dying That's O.K.! And I'm sitting in a hotel room Along Rue St. Louis Dialing old phone-numbers down the line And I measure my position To the obstacles we crossed The territory covered And the parties that we lost Those were the days And if I don't hang around Our old gambling grounds It does not mean that I've forgotten We believed, and I still do |
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