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Double Pneumonia - Lyrics

He's always had double pneumonia
For as long as I can recall
Not quite sure how he caught it
But I can imagine it all

Maybe his old man was in town
Taking the kids around for the day
"How ‘bout some fun at the Randwick races?
There are horses and feathers and
Coloured silks and acres of scrunched up papers"

They dreamed of escaping
They dreamed of breaking away
Out those gates

Back at home she's sitting at the table
From a box of wine she continually pours
Planning a meal for the neighbours
While feeding eight kids from nothing at all

Sweltering summer lawns take off
Deafening mowers and the rising dust
Trying to hear the results with our ears still ringing
Riding together in the cab of the truck

On evenings he cleaned the pool
Shimmering, so faithfully blue
Scooping up dead butterflies

He jokes that he's ready to die
He's so bored with his life
And still I don't call
Cause we don't know how to talk

I don't remember you being so sad
Sitting in the bath with the race page so long
A good man who doesn't deserve to drown
Or get drawn a double figure barrier start

He jokes that he's ready to die
He seems so sore
And yet, still I don't call
Cause we don't know how to talk

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