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watsonia
Watsonia, nothing ever happens here But when I try to leave you, my chest just tightens up Watsonia, Grinmshaw Street intersects you And takes me to Bundura, or the bright lights of Greensborough And the wind in these hills, chills me to the bone Cause its hard to be friends, when what you hate is home Watsonia, is just three churches and a Strip of shops and houses, Full of broken hearts Watsonia, I'm afraid of leaving here Cause I feel small here in you and Melbourne is so big And the wind in these hills, chills me to the bone Cause its hard to be friends, when what you hate is home And the wind in these hills, cuts me to the bone Cause its hard to be friends, when you hate your home I am coming home To Watsonia, I can never leave you Cause no matter where I go, you'll be in my heart
