| I saw a miracle at the St Leonards beach
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| I saw the cages in the poison lake
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| With something free to eat
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| I saw tsunamis carry shells up to my hands
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| Dark blue cold and foaming white
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| Shopping trolleys in the night
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| The retirees and refugees could see heaven at their feet
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| With sticky hands from ice creams drips
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| Will make, nirvana for the ants
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| And some of me still in the air suspended right above the pier
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| And I’m standing on a quarter pipe at midnight sipping beer
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| When god pulled out the cornerstone
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| He messed with us all
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| Maybe he froze him in flight
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| Like the ducks on the wall
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| Maybe he’s hiding in the driveway
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| Behind his old car
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| Maybe he didn’t get too far
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| I saw a miracle at the St Leonards beach
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| Chainlinks all together
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| Now it feels so out of reach
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| And I thought I found a way
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| That I could circumvent the heat
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| But then these pyromaniacs
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| Lit a fire under me
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| I saw the ancestry
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| From overseas
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| The force field of the north
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| David Goliath at the table
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| In a silent trojan horse
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| And they were championing the weeds to try to drown the culture out
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| Stockholm syndrome hamster wheels
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| Or the endless roundabout
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| When god pulled out the cornerstone
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| He messed with us all
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| Maybe he froze him in flight
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| Like the ducks on the wall
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| Maybe he’s hiding in the driveway
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| Behind his old car
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| Maybe he didn’t get too far
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| I saw a miracle at the St Leonards beach
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| The house that sleeps a million
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| On the burning white concrete
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| I saw finality
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| When you left all your pain
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| Off to darken bitter one
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| In the house of treated pine
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| I see ya dancing
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| And I hear your silver keys
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| On a boat at 4 am
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| We’re talking every now and then
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| You came to see her and she said she felt ya there
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| Ya said don’t worry don’t be scared
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| I’m just waiting in my chair
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| For now |