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I'll give you something to write home about |
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And I'll take you somewhere, show you around |
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We burnt all the cars that laid down and died |
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We burnt all the trees to keep us alive |
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Sat 'round the fire, sang like a choir |
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With the ashes of civilisation in our eyes |
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I come alive, I read the signs on the Gunbarrel Highway |
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Far off a dull radio beats for the young uninvolved |
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The meaning's a football |
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A stick and a can and a Kakadu man |
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Will the speaker speak up or the talker talk down |
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The world is no oyster and here in this town |
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Shit falls like rain on a world that is brown |
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I come alive, I read the signs on the Gunbarrel Highway |
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I come alive, and the children will sing as the |
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satellite swings down that highway |
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Nothing could be longer than that corrugated road |
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No ever follows where the road trains go |
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And no where in the country do the dust storms blow so hard |
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So hard |
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I come alive, I read the signs on the Gunbarrel Highway |
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I hear the sound, it's the wheels as they drive |
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And the cultures collide on that highway |
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Ah, it's a hard day, the children will sing as the |
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Satellite swings down that highway |
