I believe we're crossing the great ravine
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Still yearning half way a stranger
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I believe in our multiplicty
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Still part-blind no reason for anger
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I believe we pull up our roots and retreat
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A new crop of aerials in Dacca and Canberra
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Why don't you tell me the truth about you
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Vaseline, you smeared it across every scene
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Anchor-man drowns in a sea of sensation
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Tyranny, crushing the young bird's seed
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Hallowe'en's mate, short fuse of the banker
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We're all spores but we're never eunuchs
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Love's on the loose deflect the short tunic
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And the cameras ruse
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There's no judgement in ignorance I say
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Some people tell me stories, wasting all my time
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Some trying not receiving someone else's lies
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It's my time, yes it's my time
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(Moginie/Garrett)
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Tell Me The Truth
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| Midnight Oil |
