Coming out of Sydney
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Country music playing
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Cursing all of them who stayed
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In the city
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I own this city
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Get drunker than a poet who just got paid
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And I'm finally hoping
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That I'll be torn open
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So that every word I say is true
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The words I'm shouting
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While I work it out
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In case trouble takes me and I don't make it through
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You have to ship my body home
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Ship my body home
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All I ever wanted was to finish what I started
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But there's no way I could do it on my own
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You have to ship my body home
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Driving through the mountains
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Cutting through the night time
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Stopping now and then to wonder why
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I left the city
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The quiet city
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I killed its memory just to watch it die
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And I'm finally hoping
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That I'll be torn open
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So that every word I say is true
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The words you're hearing
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While I make it clear
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In case trouble takes me and I don't make it through
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You have to ship my body home
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Ship my body home
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All I ever wanted was to finish what I started
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But there's no way I could do it on my own
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You have to ship my body
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Ship my body
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Ship my body
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All I ever wanted was to finish what I started
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So ship my body
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All I ever wanted was to finish what I started
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So ship my body
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All I ever wanted was
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All I ever wanted was
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All I ever wanted once I finished what I started
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Was to ship my body home
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Ship My Body Home
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| Ben Lee |
