A. O...
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The children mustn't know
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that we're living in a city
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that's built on bones
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(A. O.)
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All the army go
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Please enjoy this city
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before it explodes
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(A. O.)
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Here we here we go,
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It's a pity it's a feeling
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I can't control
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(A. O.)
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The children mustn't know
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This is Adults Only..
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Adults Only
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Adults Only
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Kookaburra sits in a tree unnamed
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You can feel the sorrow
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I can feel the shame
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Cause there's no one laughin'
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'round here no more but him.
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I flew back to the coast on
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New Years Day
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little plane tossed 'round
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by a southerly
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And when I stepped outside
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the streets were clean.
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But I know deep down
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lies undiscovered
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past the bone foundations
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of a town corrupted
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Under creaking piers
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Under iron cover
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Past the concrete cryin'
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of a million lovers
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past struttin' a swagger
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under core-less rubble
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past torn down shanties
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of forgotten troubles
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through its ills and evils
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past rants and ravings
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lies the cold dark soul
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of an Emerald City.
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I..
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(A. O.)
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The children mustn't know
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that we're living in a city
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that's built on bones
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(A. O)
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All the army go
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Please enjoy this city
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before it explodes
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(A. O.)
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Here we here we go,
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It's a pity it's a feeling
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I can't control
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(A. O.)
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The children mustn't know
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This is Adults Only..
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Adults Only
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Walkin' through the streets
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I can feel it sting
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Metal blue snicks
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screaming 'round
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this head I'm in
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keep railing
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all the way to bed
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And from the time it sleeps
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to its dawn awake
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city's dreams rang out
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like a melody
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finally recognise that tune
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he said
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Through fears and further
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past lies and secrets
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of ink-stained, panic stricken
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five star heathens
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under storms of hell
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through tropical fevers
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excitement of the first
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days of bushfire seasons
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all those planning disasters
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monuments to the masters
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and the dog dark dealings
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of its back room bastards
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every long lost dream
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every failed endeavour
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every ice betrayal
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of a wrong rebellion
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now I'm
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(A. O.)
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hollow
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cause it fails of pity
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watching new years comers
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rain down on a city
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where our beautiful beaches
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suffer border ops
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to watch schizophrenic tourists
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shot by cops
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generation of kids
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with the toughest teeth
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still haunted by the visions of chalk & ink
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dearest little ol' ladies
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die afraid and alone
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now surrounded by yuppie
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small bars and coke
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I.
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(A. O.)
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The children mustn't know
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that we're living in a city
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that's built on bones
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(A. O.)
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All the army go
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Please enjoy this city
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before it explodes
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(A. O.)
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Here we here we go,
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It's a pity it's a feeling
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I can't control
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(A. O.)
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The children mustn't know
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This is Adults Only..
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Adults Only
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Adults Only
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Adults Only
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Adults Only (A.O.)
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| The Presets |
