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People, wasting away in paradise |
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Going backward, once in a while |
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Moving ahead, falling behind |
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What do you believe, what do you believe? |
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What do you believe is true |
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Nothing they say makes a difference this way |
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Nothing they say will do |
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They take all the trouble that you can afford |
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At least you won't have time to be bored |
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At least you won't have time to be bored |
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Oh the power and the passion |
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Oh the temper of the time |
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Oh the power and the passion |
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Sometimes you've got to take the hardest line |
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Sunburnt faces around, with skin so brown |
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Smiling zinc cream and crowds |
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Sundays the beach never a cloud |
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Breathing eucalypti, pushing panel vans |
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Stuff and munch junk food laughing at the truth |
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'Cause gough was tough 'til he hit the rough |
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Uncle Sam and John were quite enough |
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Too much of sunshine too much of sky |
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It's enough to make you want to cry |
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Just enough to make you want to cry |
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Oh the power and the passion |
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Oh the temper of the time |
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Oh the power and the passion |
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Sometimes you've got to take the hardest line |
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Buildings, clothing the sky, in paradise |
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Sydney, nights are warm |
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Daytime telly, blue rinse dawn |
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Dad's so bad he lives in the pub |
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It's a underarms and football clubs |
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Flat chat, pine gap, in every home a big mac |
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And no one goes outback, that's that |
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You take what you get and get what you please |
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It's better to die on your feet than to live on your knees |
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It's better to die on your feet than to live on your knees |
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Oh the power and the passion |
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Oh the temper of the time |
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Oh the power and the passion |
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Sometimes you've got to take the hardest line |
