| Out here nothin' changes
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| Not in a hurry anyway
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| You can feel the endlessness
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| With the comin' of the light o' day
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| You’re talkin' 'bout a chosen place
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| You wanna sell it in a marketplace
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| Well
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| Well just a minute now
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| You’re standin' on solid rock
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| Standin' on sacred ground
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| Livin' on borrowed time
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| And the winds of change
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| Are blowin' down the line
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| Right down the line
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| Well round about the dawn of time
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| The Dreaming all began
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| A crowd of people came
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| Well they were lookin' for their promised land
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| We’re runnin' from the heart of darkness
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| Searchin' for the heart of light
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| It was their paradise
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| Well they were standin' on solid rock
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| Standin' on sacred ground
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| Livin' on borrowed time
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| And the winds of change
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| Were blowin' cold that night
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| Well they were standin' on the shore one day
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| Saw the white sails in the sun
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| Wasn’t long before they felt the sting
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| White man, white law, white gun
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| Don’t tell me that it’s justified
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| Cause somewhere someone lied
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| Yeah, well someone lied
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| Someone lied
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| Genocide
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| Well someone lied oh
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| And now you’re standin' on solid rock
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| Standin' on sacred ground
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| Livin' on borrowed time
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| And the winds of change
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| Are blowin' down the line
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| Solid rock
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| Standin' on sacred ground
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| Livin' on borrowed time
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| And the winds of change
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| Are blowin' down the line
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| Solid rock
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| Standin' on sacred ground
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| Livin' on borrowed time
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| And the winds of change
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| Are blowin' down the line
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| No, oh! |
| Oh no! |