I haven't heard a voice that I can trust
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and all this sweetness turns a throat to rust
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I'm standing on a quay wrapped up in mist
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the steamer's left with someone that I miss
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I'd walk a hundred miles
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sold my horse, got fired by the consul
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a testament to flags, I was hostile
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tried faith and drugs and gold
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it didn't work, I couldn't fill the hole
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I'd walk a hundred miles
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a thousand miles, a million miles
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two steps step out
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towards your door
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I'll be calling round
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two steps step out
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I'm on my way
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here I am now
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I started cutting marble in a quarry
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I worked my hands, I wasn't in a hurry
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the time I did to pass the time
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the time I did to pass the time
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I'd walk a hundred miles
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so now I'm loading wool down at the wharf
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the ships unload and then they head back north
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and every time the mist comes in
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I sit and watch the mist come in
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I'd walk a hundred miles
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a thousand miles, a million miles
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two steps step out
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towards your door
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I'll be calling round
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two steps step out
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I'm on my way
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here I am now
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Two Steps Step Out
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| The Go-Betweens |
