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Meet me in the square
I'll be wearing coloured flecks in my hair
Buy me smoke and coffee and perhaps a little food
By nightfall I will have you sitting
Among the canvas and the fumes
Black is such a welcome stranger
It will even find you in the dark
So it outlines your hair and your soft mannequin stare
And your uninvited jacket left slumped over my chairs
Can you hear history calling?
She wants you on her walls and
We could win The Archibald
If I could just get you to stay for one more night
Red is so much like a pilgrim
Cured of disease from their years in the dust
So it will be in the curtainfall behind you
And line all the scratches in your arms
Meet me in the square
When everyone has gone and I see you sitting there
With my fingers around my red
You'll have a light that never changes
I'll have an ebbing cigarette
Can you hear history calling?
She wants you on her walls and
We could win The Archibald
If I could just get you to stay for one more night
Can you hear history calling?
She wants you on her walls and
We could win The Archibald
If I could just get you to stay for one more night
~ Brendan Bonsack
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