| The wisteria on the back verandah is still blooming
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| And all the great aunts are either insane or dead
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| Kensington Road runs straight for a while before turning
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| We lived on the bend; |
| it was there I was raised and fed
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| Counting and running as I go
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| Down past the hedges all in a row
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| In Adelaide, Adelaide
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| Dad’s hands used to shake but I never knew he was dying
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| I was thirteen, I never dreamed he could fall
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| And all the great aunts were red in the eyes from crying
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| I rang the bells, I never felt nothing at all
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| All the king’s horses, all the king’s men
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| Cannot bring him back again
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| Find me a bar or a girl or guitar, now where do you go on a Saturday night?
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| I own this town, I spilled my wine at the bottom of the statue of Colonel Light
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| And the streets are so wide, everybody’s inside
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| Sitting in the same chairs they were sitting in last year
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| (This is my town!)
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| All the king’s horses, all the king’s men
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| Wouldn’t drag me back again
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| To Adelaide, Adelaide, Adelaide, Adelaide |