| Now that the storm has broken
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| Now that the winds blow cold
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| There’s nothing here but trouble and fear
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| To make a man grow old
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| Now as our reasons are fading
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| Now as the walls tumble down
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| With nothing to hide but hunger and pride
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| Won’t make a man look round
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| So I’m leaving, yes, I’m leaving
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| Of fortune’s sweet pleasures to find
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| I’m sailing out to Australia
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| Now that our dreams are illusions
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| Now that our future has gone
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| We’ve nothing more to hold or lay over
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| To help a man hold on
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| Now as our hearts lie so heavy
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| Now as our heads hang so low
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| There’s nothing here to catch or come clear
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| To help a man say no
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| So I’m leaving, yes, I’m leaving
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| Of fortune’s sweet pleasures to find
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| I’m sailing out to Australia
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| They say there’s gold and there’s silver
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| They say a man can come clean
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| Just stake out some land and just reach out his hand
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| And touch that new world dream
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| They say it’s warm and it’s pleasing
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| Out in the New South Wales sun
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| And so I must go from this cold highland snow
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| Now that the hard times have come
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| So I’m leaving, yes, I’m leaving
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| Of fortune’s sweet pleasures to find
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| I’m sailing out to Australia |