 Roaring days lyrics ( Weddings parties anything )   
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Artist : Weddings parties anything
Song : Roaring days
(Thomas) Trams pass me out on St. Kilda Road,
Drizzle wet and slow, like thinking, Oh oh, take
me down into Young and Jacksons We'll do a bit of
serious drinking. Lean on bar, hands in the
pockets, Drain those glasses down like rockets.
Call this history? But what could we ever really
know, Of you? In your Roaring Days, In your
Roaring Days, In your Roaring Days, What could we
ever really know? In your hard day the world was
oh, so very wide Poets were people still.. And
though I'm young, I am so, oh so very tired
Couldn't count the tears I have cried I think of
London, I think of Mudgee, Think I'll stay and
fight. So it's set them up, And we will dream
tonight, Henry. Of your Roaring Days, Of your
Roaring Days, Of your Roaring Days, What could we
ever really know? Of your Roaring Days, Of your
Roaring Days, Of your Roaring Days, What could we
ever really know? In these Roaring Days, In these
Roaring Days, In our Roaring Days, What could we
ever really know? What did you ever have to
show?
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