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New Zealand, New Zealand, |
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You caught me on an awful day, |
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My little life is all ****** up, |
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My psyche is in disarray. |
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New Zealand, New Zealand, |
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I wish I could enjoy you more, |
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I wish I had more time to see, |
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Your cliffsides and your blackened shores. |
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New Zealand, New Zealand, |
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I don't know why I tour this way, |
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Trapped inside an aeroplane, |
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And twittering the scenery. |
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New Zealand, New Zealand, |
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I feel like ******t, what can I say? |
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My period is six days late, |
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My pubic hair is turning grey, |
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But I don't believe in the beauty standard, |
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And there's no way that I'm pregnant, |
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So it's technically okay. |
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Everything is so beautiful here, |
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The people on Cuba Street drinking their beer, |
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I wish I could stay here and never go home, |
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I wish I could be just like Holly Hunter in 'the Piano', |
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And not have to talk to anyone, |
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Even though there's technically nothing wrong with my voice, |
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And just play piano and make love to hot local boys. |
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New Zealand, New Zealand, |
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You caught me at the end of tour, |
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My willpower's collapsing, |
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And I cannot do this anymore. |
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New Zealand, New Zealand, |
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My song is coming to an end, |
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I hope you have enjoyed it, |
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And I hope I get my period. |
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I also hope I haven't grossed you out, |
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But that's what you get, |
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When you ask me to write a song about your country in twenty minutes. |
