| In Melbourne when the days start to turn cold
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| They cover up the strip and put up the goals
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| When I go down the Penders Park, then only people about
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| Are dragged there by their children and their dogs
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| My kelpie doesn’t tire as easily
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| As in the summer months down by the creek
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| Spurred on by the icy cold, he runs until his heart explodes
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| In Melbourne when the days start to turn cold
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| Now I have a song to sing
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| Between May and Augustine
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| June jewel of the night I wait for September each
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| My sister and my oldest friend
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| Were born a year apart on June four plus ten
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| They’re up north in New South Wales, up the Hume I’ll make a trail
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| We’ll all be together again
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| Darling this time last year
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| I was drowning in an ocean of tears
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| This winter is much more fun, Venus went across the sun
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| I’ve been in love for a hundred years
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| Now I have a song to sing
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| Between May and Augustine
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| June jewel of the night I wait for September each |