From the great gibber plain
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To the Indian ocean
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From the stones at my feet
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To my sawn off emotions
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Already gone
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We've already been
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We're free free
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To secede
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From Gallipoli's cliffs
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To the banks of the Thames
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For those that are nameless
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Does memory remain
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How can we forget
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What's already been
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We're free so free
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To secede
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Like crimson turning to gold yeah
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Like crimson turning to gold
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Caught in the detail of losses and gains
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You cannot abandon something so tame
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It's already gone already been
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We're free free so free
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To secede
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The Great Gibber Plain
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| Midnight Oil |
