| Oh, we’re lucky to be alive, mate
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| We’re lucky to be alive
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| We got a motor car
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| And a thousand miles to drive
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| All the way to the west coast
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| And under the Kimberly
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| Cruisin' along the top end
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| And down to the coral sea, hey
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| We’re lucky to be alive, mate
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| We’re lucky to be alive
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| We’ve got a motor car
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| And a thousand miles to drive
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| Down the east, to the great divide
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| It’s hilly and it’s green
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| With a belly full of mangoes
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| The biggest you’ve ever seen
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| We’ll leave the busy streets, mate
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| We’ll be shootin' through
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| Away from traffic jams and all that
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| Bullshit, bullshit
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| We’ll climb up to the snowies
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| We’re not in a hurry
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| We’ll have a beer with Achilles
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| On the other side of the Murray, whistling
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| We’ll never see it all, mate
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| Time is in our way
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| We’ll walk around the rock
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| And lose another day
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| We’ll drive the ocean highways
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| And around the upper aisle
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| We’ll never run out of roads, mate
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| So we’ll be quite a while
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| We’ll leave the busy streets, mate
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| We’ll be shootin' through
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| Away from traffic jams and all that
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| Bullshit, bullshit
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| We’ll work our way to Weatherly
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| There’s wineries all the way
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| We can drive forever
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| Forever and a day
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| We’re lucky to be alive, mate
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| We’re lucky to be alive
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| We’ve got a motor car
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| And a thousand miles to drive
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| I’ll never take for granted
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| What the diggers did for me
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| I’ll follow the Milky Way
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| And remember I am free, yes truly!
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| I’ll follow the Milky Way
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| And remember I am free |