| There’s a wilderness
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| It’s a no man’s land
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| Between alice springs and the ocean
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| Seventeen hundred miles of burning sand
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| And a silken thread keeps a hold on you
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| When the emptieness like a potion tends to fray your reason strand by strand
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| And there’s no more need for the mask your wear
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| When the last goodbyes have been said
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| So kiss the cheeks of you dearest friends
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| And turn to the desert ahead
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| Now you’re on your own like a sailing ship
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| You’re the captain, crew and sailors
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| Turn around and this is what you see
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| This me facing me all alone
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| 'cause I choose to be with the wind and the sun on me only me
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| Now you dream so much about being lost
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| Your ghost by a coolebah sleeping
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| Haunts you and whispers in your ear
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| Give up give up this lonely road
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| No one knows the promise you’re keeping
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| You can’t touch the emptiness out here
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| But the grace that mends this broken wing
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| The blue sky to regain
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| Will lift those feet and raise those eyes
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| To face the desert again
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| As the dawn reveals the journey’s end
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| In truth it’s only beginning
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| And it’s as big as your eyes wish to see |