Sister's Jeans

Stand on the morning
 Head like a weather vane
 You stuck to your shirt
 Clung to your lemonade
 Dirt in the wind
 The bugs were singing out of tune
 You hear the thump
 Beating down low
 When your heart aches
 And your morning breaks
 By the TV on your own
 And your hollow hand on a cold can
 You're rising like a stone
 I heard the warning
 I saw you falling
 Down along Sydney Road
 Be alright, put your weight
 On the second hand
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 Back in the headlights
 Windows were screening one by one
 A moving image
 Of your reflection
 You hardly look sharp
 Your guts are in a knot
 And all your new friends
 Are frayed at the ends
 When your heart aches
 And your morning breaks
 By the TV on your own
 And your hollow hand on a cold can
 You're rising like a stone
 I heard the warning
 I saw you falling
 Down along Sydney Road
 Be alright, put your weight
 On the second hand
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 I heard the warning
 I saw you falling