| Sleep, Australia, sleep
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| The night is on the creep
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| Shut out the noise all around
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| Sleep, Australia, sleep
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| And dream of counting sheep
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| Jumping in fields coloured brown
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| Who’ll rock the cradle and cry?
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| Who’ll rock the cradle and cry?
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| Sleep, Australia, sleep
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| As off the cliff the kingdoms leap
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| Count them as they say goodbye
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| Count down the little things
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| The insects and birds
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| Count down the bigger things
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| The flocks and the herds
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| Count down our rivers
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| Our pastures and trees
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| But there’s no need to hurry
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| Oh, sleep now, don’t worry
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| 'Coz it’s only a matter of degrees
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| Fog, Australia, fog
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| Just like the boiling frog
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| As we go we won’t feel a thing
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| Who’ll rock the cradle and cry?
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| Who’ll rock the cradle and cry?
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| Sleep, my country, sleep
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| As off the cliff the kingdoms leap
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| Count them as they pass on by
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| Our children might know them
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| But their children will not
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| We won’t know 'til it’s gone
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| All the glory we’ve got
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| But there are more wonders coming
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| All new kinds of shows
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| With acid seas rising
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| To kiss coastal mountains
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| And big cyclones pounding
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| And firestorms devouring
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| And we’ll lose track of counting
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| As the corpses keep mounting
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| But hey, that’s just the way this old world goes
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| Sleep, my country, sleep
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| As we sow so shall we reap
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| Who’ll rock the cradle and cry? |