| He’s staring down the barrel
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| Of another desperate day
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| Pulls on his boots
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| He can’t walk away
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| He’s running on empty
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| He’s knocked about and bent
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| But he’ll still be standing
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| When the river runs again
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| Is the spirit in the rock?
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| Or pass the hat around
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| Is it freedom on the Wallaby?
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| Or a dusty patch of ground
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| Is it waltzing Matilda?
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| Or a hand upon your shoulder
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| Is this, the spirit of the bush?
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| She stares at empty cupboards
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| Just like the day before
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| It’s been so long
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| She can’t take it anymore
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| (Adam, Lee on harmony)
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| But she digs a little deeper
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| And somehow finds the strength
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| (Lee) She keeps believeing
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| There will be better days ahead
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| Is the spirit in the rock?
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| Or pass the hat around
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| Is it freedom on the Wallaby?
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| Or a dusty patch of ground
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| Is it waltzing Matilda?
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| Or a hand upon your shoulder
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| Is this, the spirit of the bush?
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| Was it there when young Ned Kelly
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| Stood up for those oppressed
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| Or when the brave young ANZACS
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| Put their courage to the test
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| Or is it out there with the battler
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| When he gives it one last try
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| Through the darkest moments
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| You see the spirit shine
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| Is the spirit in the rock?
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| Or pass the hat around
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| Is it freedom on the Wallaby?
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| Or a dusty patch of ground
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| Is it waltzing Matilda?
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| Or a hand upon your shoulder
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| Is this, the spirit of the bush?
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| Is the spirit in the rock?
|
| Or pass the hat around
|
| Is it freedom on the Wallaby?
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| Or a dusty patch of ground
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| Is it waltzing Matilda?
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| Or a hand upon your shoulder
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| Is this, the spirit of the bush? |