[Chorus:]
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Lord unchain my hands
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Let me sing inside the crowded trams
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Let me dance among the traffic jams
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We're going to sleep
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On the St Kilda sands
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Lord unbind my feet
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Let me mingle with the good people
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We meet
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Water rising up into the street
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Unbind my feet
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'The apparition of these faces in
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The crowd;
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Petals on a wet black bough"
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Ezra Pound found the formula
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Our houses are rectangular
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But life is curved not angular
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So when things start to strangular
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Remember
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Rain still falls on the halls of power
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New babies being born every hour
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And the eagle keeps watch on the old clock tower
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Over me...
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[Chorus]
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On the train I refrain from sitting with head and shoulders bowed
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They told me time is of the essence
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No wandering allowed
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But then I saw a pretty girl
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Whose features stood out in the crowd
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Went ten minutes past my stop waiting for her to look around
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I'm just another clown kicking around in Melbourne town
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Cooling out, relaxing watching the
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World go round
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So if you ever have the time
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And you want to go drink some wine
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I'd rather greet you with a smile
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Than greet you with a frown...
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[drum beats]
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[trumpet]
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Lord unchain my hands (unchain my hands)
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Let me sing inside the crowded trams (sing inside the crowded trams)
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Let me dance [dance!]among the traffic jams (among the traffic jams)
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We're going to sleep
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On the St Kilda sands
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(da!)
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Lord unbind my feet (i said a lord.. i said a lord, unbind my feet!)
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Let me mingle with the good people
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We meet
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Water rising up into the street (up into the street!)
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Unbind my feet
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oh
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The Crowd
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The Cat Empire |