| Be with me at my Mountain Hideaway
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| At the end of the road that winds up to the moon
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| Above the ocean where the spangled drongo
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| Goes to sleep to, how’s that song go
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| 'Mopoke, mopoke,' in the moon glow
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| Yeah, be with me at a clifftop shack of mine
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| Where you light a fire just so you know it’s June
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| Watchin' the dear old earth roll over
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| It won’t rain until October
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| Makes you high, completely sober
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| Look at me I’m a wedge-tail
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| Don’t you wish you could wind-sail
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| Just above the steaming forest
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| Hope you don’t mind the whip bird crack of dawn
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| You don’t want to miss the clouds go through your room
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| Currawong’s like they’re in a fish bowl
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| Floatin' round and doing a back roll
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| Black cockatoo’s just cruisin' for your soul |