| New Zealand, New Zealand
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| You caught me on an awful day
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| My little life is all fucked up
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| My psyche is in disarray
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| New Zealand, New Zealand
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| I wish I could enjoy you more
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| I wish I had more time to see
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| Your cliffsides and your blackened shores
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| New Zealand, New Zealand
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| I don’t know why I tour this way
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| Trapped inside an aeroplane
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| And twittering the scenery
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| New Zealand, New Zealand
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| I feel like shit, what can I say?
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| My period is six days late
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| My pubic hair is turning gray
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| But I don’t believe in the beauty standard
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| And there’s no way that I’m pregnant
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| So it’s technically okay
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| Everything is so beautiful here
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| The people on Cuba Street drinking their beer
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| I wish I could stay here and never go home
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| I wish I could be just like Holly Hunter in 'the Piano'
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| And not have to talk to anyone
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| Even though there’s technically nothing wrong with my voice
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| And just play piano and make love to hot local boys
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| New Zealand, New Zealand
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| You caught me at the end of tour
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| My willpower’s collapsing
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| And I cannot do this anymore
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| New Zealand, New Zealand
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| My song is coming to an end
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| I hope you have enjoyed it
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| And I hope I get my period
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| I also hope I haven’t grossed you out
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| But that’s what you get
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| When you ask me to write a song about your country in twenty minutes |