| I don’t know the difference between you and the weather
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| You covered me in dust and wet me through
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| Felt a little nervous when we two were together
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| Because you were like a storm that I could talk to
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| We’d go between the cattle and the cane in the morning
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| You said you didn’t know where the road led to
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| You just kept on walking when I balked at the warning
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| Like it was simply something you had to do
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| You walked on alone as I walked home
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| And you thought you could control it
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| And we thought you would come back
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| They sold something that took sadness and solved it
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| But Ben, you should have been scared of that
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| Oh Ben, you should have been scared of that
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| At an oval up in Isa, from where me and the boys stood
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| It seemed the ruck would always tap to you
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| You never backed down with your hands on the footy
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| Relied on guts and muscle to get you through
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| And, Ben, you had a body that was harder than iron
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| And, kid, you had a mind that was sharp as steel
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| And everybody knew it
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| I guess we all relied on your heart to keep beating
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| And the hurt to heal
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| And you thought you could control it
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| And we thought you would come back
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| They sold something that took sadness and solved it
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| But Ben, you should have been scared of that
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| Oh Ben, you should have been scared of that |