| Some men climb mountains just to test their soul
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| Other men dig down in the ground looking for buried gold
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| Some men go diving and never come up for air
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| I’m a climber, I’m a miner, I’m a diver for her
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| Because she’s rare
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| Down at the track they’re all standing in line
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| Out on the oval it’s just three-quarter time
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| Inside the ring all you hear is a dull roar
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| I’m a gambler, I’m a player, I’m a fighter for her
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| Because she’s rare, she’s rare
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| There’s a man with a gun on the lake before daylight
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| Another man dressed in black creeping round your door last night
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| And a man with a rod sitting on the end of the pier
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| I’m a hunter, I’m a thief, I’m a fisherman for her
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| Because she’s rare, she’s rare
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| Outside in the alley I can hear the deal go down
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| Over in the park another bottle’s going round
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| Somebody’s in trouble 'cause they can’t cough up their share
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| I’m hanging out, I’m thirsty, I’m raging for her
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| Because she’s rare, she’s rare, so rare |