In a country that we call home
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in a land that's skin and bone
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there's a place that's hardly known.
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Mountains appearing with the sun
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rivers of light they westward run
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night is draining from the firmament.
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Railway fettler broken down
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on a branch line somewhere south
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off the map and off the world.
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There is no end to the world that I see
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there is no end to the world that I see.
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As we swing from star to star
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we're not going very far
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the land is hard and gives no quarter.
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The o'cannon garrison falls down
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you cannot hear the church bell sound
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the sun beats down and gives no sanctuary.
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As sure as I stand on this place
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the spirit comes
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let lightning strike and leave no trace.
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World That I See
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Midnight Oil |