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There's a wilderness |
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It's a no man's land |
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Between alice springs and the ocean |
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Seventeen hundred miles of burning sand |
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And a silken thread keeps a hold on you |
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When the emptieness like a potion tends to fray your reason strand by strand |
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And there's no more need for the mask your wear |
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When the last goodbyes have been said |
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So kiss the cheeks of you dearest friends |
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And turn to the desert ahead |
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Now you're on your own like a sailing ship |
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You're the captain, crew and sailors |
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Turn around and this is what you see |
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This me facing me all alone |
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'cause i choose to be with the wind and the sun on me only me |
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Now you dream so much about being lost |
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Your ghost by a coolebah sleeping |
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Haunts you and whispers in your ear |
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Give up give up this lonely road |
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No one knows the promise you're keeping |
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You can't touch the emptiness out here |
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But the grace that mends this broken wing |
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The blue sky to regain |
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Will lift those feet and raise those eyes |
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To face the desert again |
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As the dawn reveals the journey's end |
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In truth it's only beginning |
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And it's as big as your eyes wish to see |
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