| Yea this track is dedicated to the indigenous people of Australia
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| And the soldiers and the fire-fighters who protect it yea
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| Yea the strong stood silent much harder men wept
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| Polies broadcast live from the parliament steps
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| City slickers watched on
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| Bush cousins held breath
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| Hell on their door step and only half of them left
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| I fell asleep that night and dreamt the arsonists bled
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| And woke up to cries off with their heads
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| Soon drowned by the sight of the nation standing proud block step
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| Made me feel there’re some issues that need to be addressed like
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| Those who don’t agree with my freedom of choices
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| Should at least respect here they got the freedom to voice it
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| Media hype, sensationalized poison
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| Divide by our difference not build common points
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| But for all from Baghdad to Britain
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| Ain’t feelin our lifestyle and living pack your bags good riddance
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| Can’t question our morals, can’t query our spirit
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| Cause we know when the fire come, heroes come with it
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| And this is my country, flaws and all
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| Still what our boys overseas at war for
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| So, I’m not hearin we ain’t doin it right
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| Cause it’s easy to criticize, it’s easy to divide
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| But this is our country, young and free
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| We the sum of all nations, the sum of all creeds
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| Yeah, we invite, knowin when it’s crunch time
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| We the sum of our people combined
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| We come together right
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| We rise to the problems
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| We’re Australian, the size of our hearts stretch the size of our wallets
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| From guys on the front lines to
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| Guys in the office to the fire fighters trying to stop it
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| We aint perfect there’s flaws
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| But in times of crisis we drop it count the losses
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| Look to the Southern Cross and pray
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| To whatever god we believe in to offer respite
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| To those left worse off from it
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| So each Anzac day and Australia day
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| We celebrate black white it doesn’t matter your race
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| Whether its dawn services or barbies with your mates,
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| I wonder if diggers knew the pride in country they’d create
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| State to state, coast to coast, its hand on heart reciting the oath
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| It’s a hand off to lighten the load
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| It’s that fair go attitude that says more than anything presidents spoke
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| This is my country flaws and all
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| Still what our boys overseas at war for
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| So I’m hearing me doing it right
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| Cause its easy to criticize easy to divide
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| But this is our country young and free
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| We the sum of all nations sum of all creeds
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| Yea we aint fight knowing when its crunch time we the
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| sum of our people combined
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| We come together right
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| I love hearing Europeans talk like
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| We lie beneath them
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| Cause our culture aint built on galleries and museums
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| Put us in arenas or put us on a beach
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| Or talk freedom aint no motherfucker gona beat us now
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| I’m nothing special i just rhyme kinda decent
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| Kids look to Anzacs for what a leader is
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| The lucky country home of the brave bastards
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| Who stand up fight and punch out their weight class
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| This is an one to my home one love to those
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| Whose strength they can’t replicate in a photo
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| For souls in Gallipoli one love from home and on love
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| for those who shot back on Kokoda
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| I’m over the anti-Oz fights Let them slide
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| I’m as ashamed as the next man by the race riots
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| But I plead Auzzies so till the planets collide I’ll
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| be a proud motherfucker with my flag raised high
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| This is my country flaws and all
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| Still what our boys overseas at war for
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| So I’m not hearin me doing it right
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| Cause it’s easy to criticize easy to divide
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| But this is our country young and free
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| We the sum of all nations sum of all creeds
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| Yea we aint fight knowing when its crunch time we the
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| sum of our people combined
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| We come together right
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| Yea now I’m not saying we’re perfect we’re far from it
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| And sometimes the bullshit gets in the way of us seeing
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| how good we’ve actually got it
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| They wouldn’t call it the lucky country if it wasn’t mate
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| Yea |