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From the great gibber plain |
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To the Indian ocean |
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From the stones at my feet |
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To my sawn off emotions |
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Already gone |
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We've already been |
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We're free free |
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To secede |
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From Gallipoli's cliffs |
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To the banks of the Thames |
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For those that are nameless |
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Does memory remain |
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How can we forget |
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What's already been |
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We're free so free |
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To secede |
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Like crimson turning to gold yeah |
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Like crimson turning to gold |
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Caught in the detail of losses and gains |
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You cannot abandon something so tame |
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It's already gone already been |
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We're free free so free |
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To secede |
