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| 1. |
| 4:11 | 
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Once I was young
Once I was smart Now I'm living on the edge of my nerves The things we said weren't quite so tough When we were young Well I'm burning I'm burning buildings I'm building...this time For the art of parties Under heavy weather The art of parties I'm burning...burning I'm living I'm living my life I'm living This time The wind blew through my hair Once I was young I'd shelter from the sun Once I was smart We lived on the strength of our nerves When we were young Well I'm burning I'm burning buildings I'm building...this time |
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| 2. |
| 3:37 |
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I hear a voice I hear a sound
But nothing plays on my mind I take the car I travel round But nothing stays on my mind What do you do when things go wrong ? I'm winning In the heart of the bushland What do you do when things go wrong ? I'm winning In the heart of the bushland But now I'm scared Now I'm lost in love All these things were never done Your burning bridge my talking drum Now we're too late for heaven |
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| 3. |
| 4:35 |
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When the room is quiet
The daylight almost gone It seems there's something I should know Well I ought to leave but The rain it never stops And I have no particular place to go Just when I think I'm winning When I've broken every door The ghosts of my life Blow wilder than before Just when I thought I could not be stopped When my chance came to be king The ghosts of my life Blew wilder than the wind Well I'm feeling nervous And I find myself alone The simple life's no longer there Once I was so sure Now the doubt inside my mind Comes and goes but leads nowhere Just when I think I'm winning When I've broken every door The ghosts of my life Blow wilder than before Just when I thought I could not be stopped When my chance came to be king The ghosts of my life Blew wilder than the wind |
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| 4. |
| 5:28 | 
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| 5. |
| 5:35 |
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Sometimes the comfort of a room
Sometimes I'm quite alone I pack to leave a foreign town It seems I'll never know But I'll rent new accommodation We'll make plans for mobile homes Slow boats moving with the tide Drifting far from shore It's the nature of this country life I've never known before Still we'll make plans for buildings and houses From mobile homes Plant life My life Still life in mobile homes Plant life My life Still life in mobile homes The sound of wildlife fills the air So warm and dry The bushland burns in this southern heat Like an open fire Still we'll make plans for buildings and houses From mobile homes...mobile homes Plant life My life Still life in mobile homes Blood life My life Still life in mobile homes A voice screams from heaven As we start to sail It's the calling of the fatherland I used to know so well 'Til I'll find new accommodation We'll make plans for mobile homes Plant life My life Still life in mobile homes Plant life My life Still life in mobile homes |
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| 6. |
| 3:39 |
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| 7. |
| 7:09 |
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Sometimes I feel I've been here forever
Sometime ago Sometimes we sense the doubt together Sometimes alone I'm tired but we won't sleep at all even though the air is calm Something here and something warm something cuts the scars inside tonight Sons of pioneers are hungry men Every voice I hear sounds so familiar Every song I know Still there's been no change in the weather But sometime we'll have to go I'm tired but we won't sleep at all even though the air is calm Something here and something warm something cuts the scars inside tonight Sons of pioneers are hungry men |
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| 8. |
| 3:50 |
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We're pushing through these farming towns
We worked hard ploughing over ground Red army calls you the call of the crowd Red army needs you they call you now Cantonese boy Bang your tin drum Cantonese boy Civilian soldier Cantonese boy Bang your tin drum Cantonese boy Red army calls you home We're singing marching through the hills We're changing the lives we've led for years Red army calls you the call of the crowd Red army needs you they call you now Cantonese boy Bang your tin drum Cantonese boy Civilian soldier Cantonese boy Bang your tin drum Cantonese boy Red army calls you home Red army calls you Red army needs you Gentlemen you heard us call Raised your glass and called for more Only young men broke the wall |
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