Not My Kind by Icehouse
Inside this city, on this empty train
hoping that the late night never lets me go
I travel to the station, to the underground
Where the dark is a friend to me
we race along the subways
he's a cold hand on my shoulder
he has a plan to get you nowhere
and the wind is a friend to me
we're singing on the sidewalk
with the gay boys in the back street
there's a new band and a new beat
well, I remember every now and then
some of the places that we used to go
but, baby, tonight I'm drunk and I don't care
and the dark is a friend to me
we race along the subways
with the gay boys in a back street
there's a new gang and a new beat
now it all comes back to me
we're singing on the sidewalk
There's a cold hand on my shoulder
another plan will get you nowhere
now it all comes back to me
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