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Ian Hunter Lyrics - 23a, Swan Hill

23a, Swan Hill Lyrics:
(ian hunter)

(transcribed by justin purington; corrections by colin ford)

Wrote this poem
Called "the floods roll on"
He said this ainít yours,
Whereíd you get it from?
You must have stole it from a book,
Oh yeah
You must have stole it from a book.
ícause you ainít frail
You ainít beautiful,
And I donít fancy you
At all.

Youíd be a ruin
If looks could kill
23 a, swan hill

Stiff with rage
Screaming at the sky
Innocence breaks
Says she wants to die
Iím assuming Iím alive
Oh yeah
Iím assuming Iím alive
She pushes and she pulls
My legs go weak
In fascinating terror

The whole world moves
And Iím standing still
In 23a swan hill
And itís always raining
And you never ask why
You never give yourself a shot
You just sit and watch your life go by

Kicking stones
At a still life
Want to pull it down
Slash it slash it
There must be some way out here
There must be some way out here
This ainít right
There must be more to life
Than breaking and entering
Doing peopleís heads in
Alcohol, nicotine
Thinking what I might have been

You would be a ruin
If looks could kill
23 a, swan hill
And the whole world moves
And Iím standing still
In 23 a, swan hill

And I will
And I will
And I will
And I will
In 23 a, swan hill
(repeat and fade)

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