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There's a boundary rider |
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at the five mile fence |
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bloodwood, bones and steers |
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And the sky's so deep |
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you can't find your sleep |
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keeps you walking through these tears |
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So you reach for things |
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you're never satisfied |
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you're running down the years |
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And to know yourself |
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is to be yourself |
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keeps you walking through these tears |
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Some days you ride it hard |
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to stop them getting out |
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then comes the day you ride |
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to stop them getting in |
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There's a boundary rider |
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on the five mile fence |
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bloodwood, bones and steers |
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And to know yourself |
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is to be yourself |
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keeps you walking through these tears |