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things are gonna change But I hate it now I gotta say There was a time we used to go down and run amok Those days are over, it's official: St Kilda is
walking dead I'll never set foot in St. Kilda again I just came here to get a taste of the music Now I'm too fucked to drive Didn't think I'd get high off
too far away I barrack for St. Kilda In that funny game they play But my heart's not really in it My mind wanders to a town Where The Hammers sing
Who'd you say it was Who was it fell by the way Mixing whiskey into the blood I thought I heard you say On St. Kilda Something about America How much
right there awaits to start our day an Hitachi It's barking "the next train to Flinders Street is now departing" We would coast down St. Kilda Rd like
From St Kilda to Kings Cross is thirteen hours on a bus I pressed my face against the glass and watched the white lines rushing past And all around
but what a month it's been My life's turned back to front it seems And my friends are round tonight And dear old St Kilda And I'm red and black
A black gelato van Finished for the day, Met with Arthur's taxi head-on Down St.Kilda way (By the Prince Of Wales). That was the way that Arthur died
the way we had dreamt All this was gonna turn out While 10,000 miles away St. Kilda’s played off the ground Awake Awake Awake On Grand Final Day
Hanging out at St. Kilda beach Waiting for the next set to roll in So I’m living in a fucked up van and telling mum and dad it’s fun It’s so fun
at the St. Kilda Rd cop shop in disarray the world is ours, why don't we take it? Oh, and i know these times are so tough (so tough) but if we could all get
I ain't tryna catch a case But all these cats are chasing me Pull up to St Kilda and I catch a case of nineteen I be locked up held back from
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doing just fine I think my neighbours are catching my vibes St Kilda High We're on a fly I'm writing down all things that i want Everything happens for
"Your beautiful country's what our country used to be like" Like two days in St. Kilda confers an honourary degree, but you're free to condescend when you
nothing's sure something to be Loosen the load And take off those clothes Let's get stoned on a monday for free 5 days at the St Kilda adventure park
Going on a trip Going on a trip We goin’ on a trip Yeah we goin’ on a trip… … down to St Kilda At the beach Walk the dog He tryna speak Like bark
And the man from St. Kilda went over the cliff on a winters day. At the edge of the world. At the edge of the world.
I put a hit out on you On Poet's Grove There's blood in St. Kilda The warm summer breeze whispers A lie in this Beaconsfield Grave A Cowderoy Slave
screamer She learned to sing to keep her daddy at bay She saw The Buskers on a hot summer night And followed them to St. Kilda in the rain Well now,
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