| Life in Port Augusta, things don’t change
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| Life in Port Augusta, remains the same
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| The world goes by and the world gets strange
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| Except in Port Augusta
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| Road trains rollin' through the night to anywhere
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| Headin' north to Alice or west out on the Eyre
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| People they keep passin' by just like the time
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| Sydney Melbourne Adelaide, Perth on down the line
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| Way down the line
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| Life in Port Augusta, things don’t change
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| Life in Port Augusta, remains the same
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| The world goes by, and the world gets strange
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| Except in Port Augusta
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| Out there on the bypass doin' business night and day
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| Fast food multinationals sellin' plastic take away
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| While the shops in town are closin' down
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| Dried up dreams on stony ground
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| You wonder why it always seems to end up this way
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| Same old way
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| Nobody seems to question or even wonder why
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| Some towns get forgotten and left alone to die
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| While out there on the highway faded signs
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| Of glory days and memories in time
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| Port Augusta time
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| And the older generation in silence fade away
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| No work for the younger folk no reason left to stay
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| And out there on the highway there’s a sign
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| Find a better future down the line
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| Way down the line
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| Life in Port Augusta, things don’t change
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| Life in Port Augusta, remains the same
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| The world goes by and the world gets strange
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| Except in Port Augusta |