| I’m always dreaming, I’m never in the moment at all
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| I guess I’m waiting for the veil across Australia to fall
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| And then I sink into the seabed of my mind
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| Where the fishes swim the muddy depths of time
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| And I feel that little give when I think of you
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| And Sydney Harbour Bridge sinks a little too
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| I could be driving, stupefied and deadened by the night
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| When you surprise me, rolling up and looking for a light
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| And then I sink into the river of my bed
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| And I float down through the faces of the dead
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| And I feel that little give when I get to you
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| And Sydney Harbour Bridge sinks a little too
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| Sure I know everybody says I treated you with carelessness
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| But from my side of the bridge there’s nothing I can do
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| And when I’m soaking wet under the Caledonian rain
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| I find I’m floating back into that swimming pool again
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| And then I sink a little lower in my hood
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| Because I know I wasn’t ever any good
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| But I feel that little give when I think of you
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| And Sydney Harbour Bridge sinks a little too
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| And there’s nothing I can do |