| There is a place we’re coming to
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| It is not green it is not blue
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| I hope that you understand
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| The devil was a dancing on the old foreshore
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| Hitting up on bright lights and the liquor stores
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| Save me, please save me
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| We got to prick that bubble in the shopping arcade
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| Gonna make amends for the things we’ve said
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| I do hope that you understand
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| Dirty washing on the line, footsteps in the sand
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| Whose gonna lead us on to some promised land
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| Save me
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| The devil was a dancing on the old foreshore
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| Hitting up on bright lights and the liquor stores
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| Yeah tell me, please save me
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| The land lives longer if we listen to the earth beat
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| Lives go forward if we listen to the hearts speak
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| Seasons won’t falter, stars won’t fade away
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| I know
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| Gonna find myself a place in the country
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| Wake up and reach out and breathe real air
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| Do you know how it feels clean tissue no scars
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| Dirty washing on the line, footsteps in the sand
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| Whose gonna lead us onto some kind of promised land
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| Save me
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| Devil was a dancing on the old foreshore
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| Hitting up on bright lights and the cut price the liquor stores
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| I say
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| The land lives longer if we listen to our hearts speak
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| Lives go forward if we listen to the earth beat
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| Seasons won’t falter, stars won’t fade away
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| Fade away
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| They won’t fade away |