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I'll sing you the desert, where blackmen sailed |
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Waterhole to water, where whitemen failed |
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See the face of dreamers, forgotten souls |
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Hear the voice of cattlemen crackle in the coals |
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Maybe we will learn what's written in the sand |
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A thousand generations living off the land |
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I'll sing you the waters, runnin' through the town |
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Wildflowers and Wattles when it settles down |
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The Outback is impossible, forever and it's free |
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No way can I find an end to what it means to me |
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The Outback |
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I'll sing you the miners, steel and coal |
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Opals and diamonds, silver and gold |
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Emeralds and sapphires, I wish for you |
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Holes in the outback, down below |
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There's lakes and there's rivers, caves to be found |
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And there's another landscape underground |
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I'll sing you the waters runnin' through the town |
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Wildflowers and Wattles when it settles down |
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The backbone of the women who fight on and on |
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The healing of the sunset when all is said and done |
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The Outback is impossible, forever and it's free |
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No way can I find an end to what it means to me |
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To what it means to me |
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The Outback |