| I’ll sing you the desert, where blackmen sailed
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| Waterhole to water, where whitemen failed
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| See the face of dreamers, forgotten souls
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| Hear the voice of cattlemen crackle in the coals
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| Maybe we will learn what’s written in the sand
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| A thousand generations living off the land
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| I’ll sing you the waters, runnin' through the town
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| Wildflowers and Wattles when it settles down
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| The Outback is impossible, forever and it’s free
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| No way can I find an end to what it means to me
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| The Outback
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| I’ll sing you the miners, steel and coal
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| Opals and diamonds, silver and gold
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| Emeralds and sapphires, I wish for you
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| Holes in the outback, down below
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| There’s lakes and there’s rivers, caves to be found
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| And there’s another landscape underground
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| I’ll sing you the waters runnin' through the town
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| Wildflowers and Wattles when it settles down
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| The backbone of the women who fight on and on
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| The healing of the sunset when all is said and done
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| The Outback is impossible, forever and it’s free
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| No way can I find an end to what it means to me
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| To what it means to me
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| The Outback |