| From St Kilda to Kings Cross
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| Is thirteen hours on a bus
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| I pressed my face against the glass
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| And watched the white lines rushing past
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| And all around me felt like all inside me
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| And my body left me and my soul went running
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| Have you ever seen Kings Cross
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| When the rain is falling soft?
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| I came in on the evening bus
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| From Oxford Street, I cut across
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| And if the rain don’t fall too hard
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| Everything shines just like a postcard
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| Everything goes on just the same
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| Fair-weather friends are the hungriest friends
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| I keep my mouth well shut, I cross their open hands
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| I want to see the sun go down
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| From St Kilda Esplanade
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| Where the beach needs reconstruction
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| Where the palm trees have it hard
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| I’d give you all of Sydney Harbour
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| All that land, and all that water
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| For that one sweet promenade
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| I’d give you all of Sydney Harbour
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| All that land, and all that water
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| For that one sweet promenade |