| It’s okay dad you can go
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| We’re all here
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| And we know
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| That you’re traveling soon
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| I’ve sung you all the songs that I can sing
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| Mostly George Formby with none of the strings
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| It’s funny where we can end up
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| A life in fields
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| And now you’re here
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| Not a blade of grass
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| You were born in wild Australia
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| Had to go a long way to be who you are
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| I did this thing towards the end
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| Where I put my head right against your head
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| And I just hold it there
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| And tried to store up every single vein
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| Fixed in my mind for all tomorrow’s days
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| For all tomorrow’s days
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| And so to the last night of your stay
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| Waited up all night
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| And watched you sleep
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| I’ve never done that before
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| And you know what, it was the best night of my life
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| To be close to your dreams for the very first time
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| It was a gentle afternoon
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| I think Tuesday
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| And there you lay
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| You were trying to die
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| We opened up the window so you could fly
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| Soar away into the rest of our lives
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| I just hope you made it past the hospital car park
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| In the middle of the night
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| Some years back
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| You told your wife that you could not sleep
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| You said that you were scared to die
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| But you were curious to see other side
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| Well now you know
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| Now you know |