I wake and the sun has returned
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Trees with their majesty back
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I walk down to the sea
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Yeah, I'll borrow some wax
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I can sit out here like a teabag
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No more exercise for me
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Now I've made it out the back
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Breathing in the colors
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The blue was resting up for today
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While it was kicking back
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They were glass-blowing these waves
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Its how the gum trees
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Are stamped into the sky
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I could be eight years old
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With these colors in my eyes
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Waking up in a dream out here
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Sun is so low
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It's throwing its shimmers at me
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Skimming its stones
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I can sit out here like a teabag
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No more exercise for me
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Now I've made it out the back
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Back there they're bitching
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I'm guilty of it too
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Out here if you want a wave
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Theres another one coming soon
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I'm not surfing
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I'm sitting out the back
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All the kids are dropping in
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On the old man on the plank
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The kids are dropping in
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On the old man on the plank
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Out the Back
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| The Whitlams |
