Once I was the youngest now the middle branch
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Hung from the family tree
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Older than my first born brother
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Never made it quite to 43
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Let it ring let the bell ring out for you
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May it sing of your beautiful truth
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Take your leave on the rising tide
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Travel slow enjoy the ride
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Everyone is waiting on the ticking bomb
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That lies beneath their skin
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Nonetheless we carry on like we were born
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For breathing poison in
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Let it ring let the bell ring out for you
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May it sing of your beautiful truth
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Take your leave on the rising tide
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Travel slow enjoy the ride
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You're right where you belong
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'Neath Blue Toowong Skies
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Cut so deep in our bones
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You surround those of us you love
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Let it ring let the bell ring out for you
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May it sing of your beautiful truth
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Take your leave on the rising tide
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Travel slow enjoy the ride
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Let it ring let the bell ring out for you
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May it sing of your beautiful truth
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Take your leave on the rising tide
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Travel slow enjoy the ride
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Departures (Blue Toowong Skies)
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| Bernard Fanning |
