Adelaide
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On a plane
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Far from the united states
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Of LA
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Dropping in from outer space
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Takes a day
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Now I see the Bogans
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At the motor race
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Here you know the world could turn
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Or crash and burn
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And you would never know it
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Going where the air is clear
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There¡¯s better beer in Adelaide
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Charlie Hill-Smith´s forty
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Someone spiked my rice
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The rest, history
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Now I am a fixture down
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Rundle Mall
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Watching as the locals pass
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Silver balls
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I can see their eyes around
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They¡¯re pointed down
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They scan the spanning sidewalks
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Learning that there is no hurry
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Fuss or worry
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Adelaide
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Ah ah ah ah
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Ah ah ah ah
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Ah ah ah ah
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Ah ah ah ah
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It¡¯s raining
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In Adelaide
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A face is waiting in a window
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A voice says
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Why Adelaide
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You could live anywhere and I say
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Because I want to
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Because I want to
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I really really want to
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And you know the earth could turn
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Or crash and burn
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And you would never know it
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Really got to make it to the finish line
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Get the record done on time
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Pack the bags
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And catch a flight
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And you can kiss my ass goodbye
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On Adelaide
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Adelaide
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Adelaide
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Adelaide
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Adelaide Folds
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