The bar was crowded in the arvo din
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And the voices got higher and higher
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For the man at the back with the tickets in his hat
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He would have to do more than aspire to
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A place with some light on the sand near a beach
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A place near some green running water
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Place on the hill with a view of the sea
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And the cooking was done by his daughter
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If the quinella comes in today
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The day is late and the race is run
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A full weeks wages and the lots been done
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'Cos the meeting is over and the crowd has thinned
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In the game of chance the dice has rolled it's spin
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Another long week, lady luck makes it plain
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His dreams and his hopes are dashed in vain
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In the final shout as they call his name
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His tickets lie like scattered leaves out on that asphalt plain
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Looking around for the moment that's right
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Lottery life well the numbers are tight
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As they try one more pull on the handle too late
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He thinks of what could be it sticks in his throat
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If the quinella...
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(Garrett/Moginie)
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Quinella Holiday
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| Midnight Oil |
