O sydney i’m leaving you for my old home town
Yeah
But that with the booze in this blood
I could still burn this old port down
Oh yeah
And i wish i could be poured into a cleaner skin
Instead i’m catching aeroplanes
To escape my fresh-laid sins again
O sydney i’m leaving you for my northern crown
Cause the blues in this blood is
Taking this queen of whoring down
Oh yeah
Oh i wish i could be poured into cleaner skin
Maybe then you’d pick me up
You would take me in
Because this flying home all sardine-canned
To an empty seat off a taxi rank
Just makes me never wanna board
Live out my days
Gate 34
Oh i’d just keep pouring from my gilt hip-flask
Into a paper cup
Knowing now how easy it is
For me to choose to keep
f#cking up these things
Sometimes i feel so sickly blue with
Wishing close to you and
Sometimes i make myself so sickly too
Wishing i could be born again
Virgin just for you
Yeah
Yes i wish i could be poured into unsullied bones
And just like the first time you would pick me up
And we would get it on
You know it
Yes you do!
You know it
And i know it too!
You know it
You do
You know it
Yes you do
O sydney i’m leaving you for my old home town
But that with the booze in this blood i could still burn this old port down
Oh yes
O sydney i’m flying back to my old home town
Yes
But that with the blues in this blood i can barely get these thoughts down
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