| Right now we need a miracle
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| Everybody needs a break
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| This thing may be all messed up
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| But we know it ain’t fake
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| Andrews is looking like Desperate Dan
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| But what can he do when there ain’t no plan
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| It’s all roughed up
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| Stuffed up
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| Monumentally fucked up
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| I can’t touch you and you can’t touch me
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| That ain’t the way life’s supposed to be
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| We ain’t numbers and dots
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| Forget me nots
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| Delivered into rows like garden lots
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| Let me explain
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| No ones to blame
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| It’s a virus and it got no shame
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| It keeps comin'
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| It won’t stop
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| It’s here and it’s stopped the clock
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| So we pray
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| To find a way
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| Make our escape
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| Through an unlocked gate
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| My city in lockdown
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| My city in chains
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| My dreams are gone
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| My city in so much pain
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| My city in lockdown
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| Every day’s the same
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| But when this is over
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| I know my city gonna rise again — yeah
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| I walk empty streets through a desperate town
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| Can’t believe this thing that we’re staring down
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| Everybody’s at home it’s a crime no joke
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| When your flicking your fingers at a tv remote
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| I put my mask on run to the store and queue
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| And there’s a guy there pushing me to let him on through
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| This social distance just don’t work
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| When most folk here just act like jerks
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| So we wait
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| Stay up til late
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| Accept our fate
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| 'Til somebody opens the gate
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| My city in lockdown
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| My city in chains
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| My dreams are gone
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| My city in so much pain
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| My City in lockdown
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| Every day’s the same
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| But when this is over
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| I know my city gonna rise again — yeah
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| Your wearing your mask
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| And I’m missing your smile
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| I know you’re scared
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| You’ll be sad for a while
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| But courage is infectious
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| Like love is blind
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| If you can’t do the walk
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| You must take your time
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| So we’ll knuckle down
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| Take it real slow
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| And face all the problems
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| And grow
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| We flow
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| Us people we know
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| My city in lockdown
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| My city in chains
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| My dreams are gone
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| My city in so much pain
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| My city in lockdown
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| Every day’s the same
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| But when this is over
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| I know my city gonna rise again — yeah
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| (C'mon Melbourne c’mon
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| C’mon Victoria c’mon…)
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| It ain’t a matter of how or when
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| But my city gonna rise again
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| It ain’t a matter of how or when
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| But this city’s gonna rise again |