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Alice Springs
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See the sun rise
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So loud
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This whole town
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Gets drowned out
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Sky writing with the sweep of a flashlight
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I'm driving over that way
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Some pot of gold, it's just a carpeting store on opening day
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See the moon rise
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So slow
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And shallow
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It burns halos in my eyes
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It's harder to swallow
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It's harder to breathe
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So many opals, nobody here knows what to believe
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They've got me underground
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Alice Springs
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| Liz Phair |
