| Once I was the youngest now the middle branch
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| Hung from the family tree
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| Older than my first born brother
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| Never made it quite to 43
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| Let it ring let the bell ring out for you
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| May it sing of your beautiful truth
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| Take your leave on the rising tide
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| Travel slow enjoy the ride
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| Everyone is waiting on the ticking bomb
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| That lies beneath their skin
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| Nonetheless we carry on like we were born
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| For breathing poison in
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| Let it ring let the bell ring out for you
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| May it sing of your beautiful truth
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| Take your leave on the rising tide
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| Travel slow enjoy the ride
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| You’re right where you belong
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| 'Neath Blue Toowong Skies
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| Cut so deep in our bones
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| You surround those of us you love
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| Let it ring let the bell ring out for you
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| May it sing of your beautiful truth
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| Take your leave on the rising tide
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| Travel slow enjoy the ride
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| Let it ring let the bell ring out for you
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| May it sing of your beautiful truth
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| Take your leave on the rising tide
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| Travel slow enjoy the ride |