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Midnight Oil Place Without A Postcard Brave Faces I've seen faces in the window, I've seen faces in the street They talk and walk of nothing I've known many restless summers, the sand dunes I imagine A place without a postcard Flower people were so beautiful but straight and loud's the way Good luck the beatnik spirit The talk of politicians, The sentences of cynics are the sentences of childhood They're all talking shit to me Out-talked by the mass media, to pay the bills it lies And the lies we eat with breakfast Brave faces face the board room, the oak stained walls Fall silent, they leave lined with defeat And they got those tears in their eyes Well it makes no sense to me When we danced, when we danced All the night, all the night You saw me, I looked right I was the one with my head in the cloud Up and down, round and round Why don't they understand we're so ordinary too I saw the exits closing now Pain and passion's my point of view Well there's nothing but the truth I've seen men that have been marked out, ruled out by grim assassins They fell hard on instant replay And I'm never going there, well the place I see is so much better Cause it makes no sense to me I saw the exits closing now Burning mountians, burning paper, burning all around and later ----------------------------------------------------------- |
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