| Some kissed the girls, I kissed the floor
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| The Bover boys with their boots shiny red
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| Three dollar champagne stirring my head
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| We rolled out the barrels, boys
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| We sang with a single voice
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| Let all tears turn to gold
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| And all the hell I’ve raised
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| Lord, let it fade away
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| As Your glories unfold
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| Give me a part to play
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| Grant me another day
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| The surf and the sky and the Sunshine Coast of gold
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| Floating on a long board, life on hold
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| I never know the way, but you always take me there
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| And I need it now, like the Mooloolaba air
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| We’ll roll with the next wave, boys
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| We’ll sing out, we’ll make some noise
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| Let all tears turn to gold
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| And all the hell I’ve raised
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| Lord, let it fade away
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| As Your glories unfold
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| Give me a part to play
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| Grant me another day
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| Red dust rises
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| Clouds your every thought
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| You don’t know you’re deceived until you’re not
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| Good dog, bad dog — they get to fightin' in your head
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| The winner is the last one gettin' fed
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| God is alive and my magic is no good
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| And He’s called me out on this walkabout
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| He leads me to water and traces each song line
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| And I know to know His ways are higher than mine
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| So roll out the road rig, boys
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| We’ll sing with a grateful voice
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| Let all tears turn to gold
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| And the hell that’s raised
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| Lord, let it fade away
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| As Your glories unfold
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| Give us a part to play
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| Grant us another day
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| Let all tears turn to gold
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| And all the hell I’ve raised
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| Lord, let it fade away
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| As Your glories unfold
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| Give me a part to play
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| Grant me another day |