| Kilometres are still miles to me
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| They separate from home and family
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| Now I can’t count the white posts,
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| They’re not where they used to be,
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| Kilometres are still miles to me
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| Oh, it used to be five hundred
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| From Melbourne to Sydney Town,
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| Now it seems longer
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| Every time the run comes 'round.
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| But I just keep a churning on
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| Just to stand on my two feet
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| But I’m weighed down in metrics,
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| Yes kilometres are still miles to me
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| They separate from home and family
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| Now I can’t count the white posts,
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| They’re not where they used to be,
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| Kilometres are still miles to me
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| The familiar sign are gone
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| And I’m wondering why.
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| I know the dog is still
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| Five miles from Gundagai.
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| Pumping litres more than gallons
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| Into this old rig
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| And my seven ounce at the end of the day
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| Is two hundred mils too big
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| Yes kilometres are still miles to me
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| They separate from home and family
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| Now I can’t count the white posts,
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| They’re not where they used to be,
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| Kilometres are still miles to me |