Little cloud is searching for sign of something stirring in the hearts of those below and they all sleep
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Civic pride an order, to raise a son and daughter staked out and all made clear who got here first
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Oh honey can i hold you and play rewind in my head
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don't know my people anymore can i stay with you instead
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Picture little boy lying under his bed, his brothers playing outside in the dirt and the fence it shimmers in the heat like it wants to disappear
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Little cloud is creeping, cross the city sleeping
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who below will try and wake from a bad dream
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I woke early, what did i see, but a clear sky, a clear sky
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looked out my window what did i see, but a clear sky in paradise
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Picture little boy lying under his bed, and his brothers playing outside in the dirt and the fence it shimmers in the heat like it wants to disappear
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Picture his mumma, little girl on her knee, following a piece of shade under a tree and the fence it shimmers in the heat like it wants to disappear
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Little Cloud
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The Whitlams |