| On a tear across the old country
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| Reached out for the prize, tripped over my knees
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| Fell right back to the Antipodes
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| Clean slate
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| I was waiting at the dock of the bay
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| For another cargo ship to take me away
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| Cut all my losses, start again in Bombay
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| Clean slate
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| In the rain, I was waiting in vain
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| Wipe it clean
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| I left home, my love, my land
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| Built a castle made of sand
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| Felt the handcuffs on my hand
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| The cool handshake of aluminium
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| And you don’t know how grave it is
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| My friend’s eyes are wide with fear
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| Wipe my clean slate down with tears
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| Scorched earth for ten thousand years
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| Clean slate
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| Got my eyes
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| (Still) Got my neck
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| (Still) Got my chain
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| (Still) Got my chequebook
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| (Still) Got my fingers
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| (Still) And a toe
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| I’ve got nowhere left to go
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| Clean slate (Clean slate)
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| Clean slate (Clean slate)
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| Clean slate (Clean slate)
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| Clean slate (Clean slate)
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| Clean slate (Clean slate)
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| Clean slate (Clean slate)
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| Clean slate (Clean slate)
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| Wipe it clean |