| Where the past meets the present we walk hand in hand,
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| Barefoot and naked--but kings of our land,
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| The souls of my forefathers course through my veins as I watch the
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| sun sink 'neath these ancestral plains.
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| Outcast in the outback--forgotten by time,
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| Lie the fragile remains of a world that was mine.
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| What money could not buy--the strong chose to steal,
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| To them power and riches were all that was real.
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| Then sold into slavery (iron-ore digger),
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| I am your 'abbo'--your lacky--your 'nigger.'
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| Awaken the neo-neanderthal man that sleeps within all of us touched by his
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| hand,
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| He’s the last grain of hope left unspoilt by our games--so tread
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| soft in his footsteps and whisper his name.
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| A DREAMTIME WALKABOUT--is all that remains of the past,
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| A DREAMTIME WALKABOUT--the 'missing link’holds the chain fast.
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| Watch us skip the dark fantastic--silhouettes against the sky,
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| Bodies bathed in starlit twilight--high above our spirits fly.
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| Every picture tells a tale of hidden wisdom they have found,
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| Man is just a part of nature--not the other way around.
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| This 'savage'nobility rule without thrones,
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| And by birthright inherit things we’ll never own.
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| Though progress encroaches--the last of their kind still reach
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| from their bodies with prehensile minds.
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| We sons of the wilderness--unchained and free,
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| Cast our spirits to fly with the birds through the trees.
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| (See a bloodline that extends from Genesis to fiery end).
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| Over bushland and billabong astral forms soar--
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| 'Til the therms of our passion can bear us no more.
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| (Its shadow cast upon the land still undefiled by human hand).
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| Unaware what you search for is already mine.
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| Awaken the neo-neanderthal man that sleeps within all of us touched
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| by his hand,
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| He’s the last grain of hope left unspoilt by our games--so tread
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| soft in his footsteps and whisper his name.
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| A DREAMTIME WALKABOUT--is all that remains of the past,
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| A DREAMTIME WALKABOUT--the 'missing link’holds the chain fast.
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| As you cower in concrete boxes--sheltered from the light of day,
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| Pause a moment (stop and wonder)--who's most savage you or they?
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| Every picture tells a tale of hidden wisdom they have found,
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| Man is just a part of nature--not the other way around. |