| Come back to me, country, come back to my eye
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| I miss your blue valleys
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| I miss your long roads and your red ochre heart
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| Come back to me, country
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| I’ll take in your rivers, the birds, and the fish
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| The amazing marsupials I wish
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| We could sit around the campfire as a family again
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| Be a part of the bush
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| Come back to me, country, come back to my eye
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| The waratahs in season and the wattles in July
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| The smell of the and the eucalyptus here
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| The laughing kookaburras and everywhere
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| What I’m trying to say, I want back my wings
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| To fly over the borders like an eagle
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| From the tropical north to the Nullarbor Plain
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| I won’t take for granted our freedom again
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| Come back to me, country, come back to my eye
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| The waratahs in season and the wattles in July
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| The smell of the and the eucalyptus here
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| The laughing kookaburras and everywhere
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| Come back to me, country, come back to my eye
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| I miss your blue valleys and your big open sky
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| I miss your long roads and your red ochre heart
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| Come back to me, country, been too long apart
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| Come back to me, country, been too long apart
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| I won’t take for granted our freedom again |