| Song and melodies change and change
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| and sway
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| but they still stay the same
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| the songs that we sung when the dark days come
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| are the songs that we sung when we chased them away
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| if I ever found a pot of gold
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| I’d buy bottles untold of the nectar of the vines
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| I’m going to die with a twinkle in my eye
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| ‘cause I sung songs spun stories loved laughed and drank wine
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| Tomorrow is another day
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| the cats are out to play, to play
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| that old rusty spaceship wants to sail
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| into the milky way again
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| on a river of red red wine
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| Run…
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| (let's have some)
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| Fun…
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| (we'll)
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| Drink…
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| (a toast to the)
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| Sun…
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| In summer the bushfires rage and rage
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| and rage
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| on such beautiful days
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| and we fight them with water that runs through the cracks
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| water we’re desperately trying to save
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| so I’ll just live on wine and water my vines
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| and sleep on the wind with the fires right behind
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| and sing on the beaches and dance through the night
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| oh we’ll cry 'pass the wine, pass the wine, pass the wine'
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| Run…
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| (let's have some)
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| Fun…
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| (we'll)
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| Drink…
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| (a toast to the)
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| Sun…
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| Oh what a beautiful day today!
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| today’s a day to celebrate
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| grab your bucket, grab your spade
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| we’re heading down to Half Moon Bay
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| I saw a plane go into a cloud
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| I’m drunk I’m happy I’m singing and loud
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| two o’clock in the arvo, but hey that’s allowed…
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| I’m having a good time and of that I am proud |