(Robert James)
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I can feel the earth for the first time since my birth
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I can feel it through the holes in my old walking shoes
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Don't know where I'm going, I don't know where I've been
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I'm just blowing in the wind in between
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Here in Nomadsland
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Walking in Nomadsland
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Somewhere in the middle lands an echo from the streets
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Fleeting noises disappear along the lonely creeks
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To the rivers of forgetfulness in the wastelands of time
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You can grow a garden on a grain of sand
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Here in Nomadsland
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Walking in Nomadsland
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I'm walking through time in Australia
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Two hundred years later
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Walking through time in Australia
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Two hundred years later
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...Sixty thousand years later
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Nomadsland
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| GANGgajang |
