[Verse 1]
Standing side of stage
Watching people
Watch the Dirty Three
In one woman’s face
I can see it’s the air she needs
She needs to breathe
These songs were the only thing
That got her through seventeen
When life felt like a high-pitched scream
[Verse 2]
The boy from Clifton Hill
Who escaped to New York
Conjures up a rhythm no-one could dream of
Like some kind of sorcerer
He turns the drums
Into feeling
Loose magic slowly tumbles out
Feels like your dreaming
Everything slows right down
[Chorus]
Nothing in the world
No, nothing could ever feel
Like the first time
Sue’s Last Ride
Messed you up for real
Standing side of stage
Watching people
Watch the Dirty Three
In one woman’s face
I can see it’s the air she needs
She needs to breathe
These songs were the only thing
That got her through seventeen
When life felt like a high-pitched scream
[Verse 2]
The boy from Clifton Hill
Who escaped to New York
Conjures up a rhythm no-one could dream of
Like some kind of sorcerer
He turns the drums
Into feeling
Loose magic slowly tumbles out
Feels like your dreaming
Everything slows right down
[Chorus]
Nothing in the world
No, nothing could ever feel
Like the first time
Sue’s Last Ride
Messed you up for real
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