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(Thomas)
Trams pass me out on St. Road,
Drizzle wet and slow, thinking,
Oh oh, take me into Young and Jacksons
do a bit of serious drinking.
Lean on bar, in the pockets,
Drain those glasses down rockets.
Call this history? But could we ever really know,
Of
In Roaring Days,
In Roaring Days,
In your Days,
What could we really know?
In your hard day the world was oh, so wide
were people still..
And I'm young, I am so, oh so very tired
count the tears I have cried
I of London, I think of Mudgee,
Think I'll and fight.
So set them up,
And we dream tonight, Henry.
Of your Days,
Of Roaring Days,
Of Roaring Days,
could we ever really know?
Of your Days,
Of your Days,
Of Roaring Days,
What could we ever really
In Roaring Days,
In Roaring Days,
In our Days,
What could we ever really
What did you have to show?