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Sydney

	I want to write a love song to a city I barely know
	But how do you sell yourself to houses and roads?
	I’m trying to find the right words so that I can paint the air
	Or the colours to describe the smell of summer rain in my hair
	But I’ll never get the chance to say, just how much I care.
	Have you ever felt the feeling when your bare feet touch the grass?
	This sort of energy comes flowing through the earth
	And it’s a magical emotion, feeling present in this life
	And choosing experiences over hurt
	And I hope that you realise, what it’s worth
	Because the days are long, the nights are barely cold
	And this place has done the strangest thing to my soul
	On these busy streets I’ve made my home, I’ve made my home
	So how’s about that love to a song to a city I will never know
	This year has proved that difficulties come and they do go
	But I still can find some solace, in a walk along the riverside at night
	And in the pockets of the gardens where I sat and cried
	Lord knows I tried
	But here the days are long, the nights are barely cold
	And this place has done the strangest thing to my soul
	On these busy streets I’ve made my home, I’ve made my home
	I hope that you realise, I hope that you realise
	I hope that you realise, what it’s worth
	Cos here the days are long, the nights are barely cold
	And this place has done the strangest thing to my soul
	On these busy streets I’ve made my home, I’ve made my home

	I want to write a love song to a city I barely know
	But how do you sell yourself to houses and roads?
	I' m trying to find the right words so that I can paint the air
	Or the colours to describe the smell of summer rain in my hair
	But I' ll never get the chance to say, just how much I care.
	Have you ever felt the feeling when your bare feet touch the grass?
	This sort of energy comes flowing through the earth
	And it' s a magical emotion, feeling present in this life
	And choosing experiences over hurt
	And I hope that you realise, what it' s worth
	Because the days are long, the nights are barely cold
	And this place has done the strangest thing to my soul
	On these busy streets I' ve made my home, I' ve made my home
	So how' s about that love to a song to a city I will never know
	This year has proved that difficulties come and they do go
	But I still can find some solace, in a walk along the riverside at night
	And in the pockets of the gardens where I sat and cried
	Lord knows I tried
	But here the days are long, the nights are barely cold
	And this place has done the strangest thing to my soul
	On these busy streets I' ve made my home, I' ve made my home
	I hope that you realise, I hope that you realise
	I hope that you realise, what it' s worth
	Cos here the days are long, the nights are barely cold
	And this place has done the strangest thing to my soul
	On these busy streets I' ve made my home, I' ve made my home