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Do what you wanna do |
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Work when you wanna work |
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You're your own boss |
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Doin' it your own way |
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It's the last frontier |
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Away out here |
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Where dreamers and good old drifters go |
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Got a bit of red dirt with m' claim on it |
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An opal down there with m' name on it |
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A little bit of black with a flame on it, I see |
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It's a pipe dream |
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But it's the right dream for me |
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Do what you wanna do |
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Sleep when you wanna sleep |
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You're your own boss |
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Doin' it your own way |
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Yeah, and you'll get lost |
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Tie a ribbon 'round a Buddawood tree |
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A hundred dusty tracks all look the same |
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Got a half-dead Dodge with a tray on it |
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A shearers' cot, it just lays on it |
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I might even spend a few days on it, mmm |
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It's a pipe dream |
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But it's the right dream for me |
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Got a thunderbox with a view from it |
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The sun hits the seat, I feel warm from it |
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Paradise, well not far from it, mmm |
