New Zealand, New Zealand,
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You caught me on an awful day,
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My little life is all fucked up,
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My psyche is in disarray.
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New Zealand, New Zealand,
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I wish I could enjoy you more,
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I wish I had more time to see,
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Your cliffsides and your blackened shores.
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New Zealand, New Zealand,
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I don't know why I tour this way,
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Trapped inside an aeroplane,
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And twittering the scenery.
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New Zealand, New Zealand,
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I feel like shit, what can I say?
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My period is six days late,
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My pubic hair is turning grey,
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But I don't believe in the beauty standard,
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And there's no way that I'm pregnant,
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So it's technically okay.
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Everything is so beautiful here,
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The people on Cuba Street drinking their beer,
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I wish I could stay here and never go home,
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I wish I could be just like Holly Hunter in 'the Piano',
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And not have to talk to anyone,
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Even though there's technically nothing wrong with my voice,
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And just play piano and make love to hot local boys.
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New Zealand, New Zealand,
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You caught me at the end of tour,
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My willpower's collapsing,
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And I cannot do this anymore.
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New Zealand, New Zealand,
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My song is coming to an end,
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I hope you have enjoyed it,
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And I hope I get my period.
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I also hope I haven't grossed you out,
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But that's what you get,
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When you ask me to write a song about your country in twenty minutes.
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New Zealand
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| Amanda Palmer |
