A.O.
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Children mustn't know that we're living in a city that's built on bones
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A.O.
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All the army go, please enjoy this city before it explodes
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A.O.
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Here we here we go, it's a pity it's a feeling I can't control
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A.O.
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The children mustn't know 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 I named
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You can feel the sorrow, I can feel the shame
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Cause there's no-one laughing round here no more but he
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I flew back to the coast on New Year's Day
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Little plane tossed 'round by a southerly
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And when I stepped outside the streets were clean
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But I know deep down lies undiscovered
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Past the bone foundations of a town corrupted
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Under creaking piers, under iron cover
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Past the concrete crown of a million lovers
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Past strutting and swagger, under coreless rubble
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Past torn down shanties of forgotten troubles
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Through its ills and evils, past rants and ravings
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Lies the cold dark soul of an emerald city, I
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A.O.
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Children mustn't know that we're living in a city that's built on bones
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A.O.
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All the army go, please enjoy this city before it explodes
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A.O.
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Here we here we go, it's a pity it's a feeling I can't control
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A.O.
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The children mustn't know this is adults only
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Adults only
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Walking through the streets I can feel its sting
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Metal blue snakes screaming round this head I'm in
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Keeps railing all the way to bed
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And from the time it sleeps to its dawn awake
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City's dreams rang out like a melody
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"I finally recognize the tune," he said
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Through fears and fervour, past lies and secrets
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Of ink stain panic stricken 5 star heathens
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Under storms of hell, through tropical fevers
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Excitement of the first days of bushfire seasons
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All this planning disasters, monuments to the masters
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And the dog dark dealings of its backroom bastards
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Every long lost dream, every failed endeavour
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Every ice beer trail of a rum rebellion
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Now I, huddle these feelings of pity
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Watching new years colours rain down on the city
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Where our beautiful beaches suffer photo ops
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To watch schizophrenic tourists get shot by cops
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Generation of kids with the toughest teeth
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Still haunted by the visions of shocking ink
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Where little old ladies die afraid and alone
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Now surrounded by yuppies small bars and coke, I
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A.O.
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Children mustn't know that we're living in a city that's built on bones
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A.O.
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All the army go, please enjoy this city before it explodes
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A.O.
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Here we here we go, it's a pity it's a feeling I can't control
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A.O.
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The children mustn't know 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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A.O.
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| The Presets |
