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Powderfinger Odyssey Number Five

In all that he takes, in all that he shows The higher the stakes, lower the blows All the mistakes, he's never known Whatever it takes he'll be stealing

Blow the candles out raise a glass to the night Let all the tension out you've been wound up so tight It's a tender trap to plan ahead all the time If

This will be an uncertain time for us, my love I can hear the echo of your voice in my head Singing, my love I can see your face there in my hands, my

Come and rescue me in the water deep Careful now don't lose your aim The road ahead is clear again I haven't found it yet You drift away so slow in the

Welcome to the new suburban fables Dressed up like a tomb inside a cradle If you're paying peanuts, you get monkeys You better save that silly money for

I see your shadow on the street now I hear you push through the rusty gate Click of your heels on the concrete Waiting for a knock coming way too late

In all that he takes in all that he shows The higher the stakes the lower the blows And all the mistakes that he's never known Whatever it takes he'll

Tell me where I'm supposed to begin an unhappy life working some kind of dead end job for everything you thought you had has gone from worse to bad

Blow the candles out raise a glass to the night Let all the tension out you've been wound up so tight It's a tender trap to plan ahead all the time If