It rarely makes the news today, the place where I was born
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They called it a wasteland, a wilderness gone wrong
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Where the twisted trees have fallen, the branches stripped and bare
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In the silence of the night time, innocence is here.
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I embraced my father's warnings, and studied in your schools
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to justify your theories and convoluted rules
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Travelled to the corners, where everybody knows
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My country's been wearing, the emperor's clothes
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Beautiful Wasteland, is me
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Beautiful Wasteland, is me
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If only you'll see, you'll believe.
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I'll take you there, to the bracken slopes, where the summer's rolling in.
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I'll take you there.
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We're lying by the ocean, our western breeze is still
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She's the heart of all seasons, a mother to my soul
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When the century is over, and the shipping days are done
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Like a child for the first time I will lie here again.
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