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I believe we're crossing the great ravine |
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Still yearning half way a stranger |
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I believe in our multiplicty |
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Still part-blind no reason for anger |
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I believe we pull up our roots and retreat |
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A new crop of aerials in Dacca and Canberra |
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Why don't you tell me the truth about you |
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Vaseline, you smeared it across every scene |
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Anchor-man drowns in a sea of sensation |
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Tyranny, crushing the young bird's seed |
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Hallowe'en's mate, short fuse of the banker |
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We're all spores but we're never eunuchs |
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Love's on the loose deflect the short tunic |
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And the cameras ruse |
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There's no judgement in ignorance I say |
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Some people tell me stories, wasting all my time |
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Some trying not receiving someone else's lies |
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It's my time, yes it's my time |
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(Moginie/Garrett) |
