| Through the fear we push beyond, we take it to the limit
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| For the light upon the petrol gauge has been on for 15 minutes
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| Cause when that glow comes on and all we’re running on is trust
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| When they say you can’t go on, well, that is when we must
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| Steel your nerve, have heart my crew, for the servo siren calls
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| Ye courage shall be rewarded, with fuel and sausage rolls
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| Hold steady
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| Hold fast
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| We’re running out of gas
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| Hold steady
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| Hold fast
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| Have courage, we will last
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| Although we ne’r have said a word for you are forged of iron
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| But here we are in the «crimson realm» let’s pray your gauge is lying
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| For we have drained the tank before a’stranded on the Hume
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| But to be fair, that was my fault, we pushed too far on fumes
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| As we march beyond the light I feel no greater thrill
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| This I vow to you my sweet, your heart will get its fill
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| Hold steady
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| Hold fast
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| We’re running out of gas
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| Hold steady
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| Hold fast
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| Have courage, we will last
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| I know I ask a lot of you but you ask nothing of me
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| We can go the distance with your first class fuel economy
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| The lady of the map she tells of a station up ahead
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| In 20 clicks you can be sure I’ll get you washed and fed
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| With hope and valor, grille to boot, we execute the plan
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| It’s only when we’re told we can’t, we truly prove we can
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| Hold steady
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| Hold fast
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| We’re running out of gas
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| Hold steady
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| Hold fast
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| Have courage, we will last |