We've been living in a storm
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Voices sharp as broken glass
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Every headline like a hammer
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Every week another class
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Neighbours whisper in the driveway
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Choosing silence over heat
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Friends avoiding certain topics
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When they gather down the street
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Feels like something in the middle
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Slipped between our hands
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Like the common ground we stood on
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Turned to shifting sands
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We scroll through all the shouting
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Feeling smaller every day
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Wondering when the noise got
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Loud enough to wash our words away
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But I still hear our heartbeats
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Underneath the noise
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A quiet kind of courage
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In the ordinary joys
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And I still hear our heartbeats
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Underneath the roar
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A quiet kind of courage
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We've forgotten to look for
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So let's build a room we can return to; struth!
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Where the anger doesn't drown the truth
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Where we speak like people not like storms
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And let the daylight soften all our forms
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We can name the hurt without the fire
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We can disagree without the wire
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If we're bold enough to carry the pain
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Maybe this land can feel like home
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To all of us again
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I've seen families split in two
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Over things they never chose
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Seen old mates drift apart
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Because the shouting only grows
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Seen the centre hollow out
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While the edges claim the stage
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Seen the calmest voices vanish
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In a whirlwind of outrage
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I've watched leaders chase attention
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Like a junkie after cash
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Turning every minor moment
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Into something burnt to ash
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But I've also seen a stranger
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Stop to help a stranger's fall
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And I know that quiet kindness
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Still belongs to us all
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There's a steadiness inside us
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That the chaos can't replace
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A memory of decency
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We haven't lost just misplaced
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So let's build a room we can return to; struth!
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Where the anger doesn't drown the truth
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Where we speak like people not like storms
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And let the daylight soften all our forms
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We can name the hurt without the fire
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We can disagree without the wire
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If we're bold enough to carry the pain
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Maybe this land can feel like home
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To all of us again
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We don't need to shout to make a point
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We don't need to break to make a change
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We can stand in all our stories
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Let the differences rearrange
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There's a future on the table
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If we're brave enough to stay
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Not to win but to listen
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Not to fight but find a way
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We can hold the contradictions
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Without tearing at the seams
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We can build a gentler country
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If we dare to share our dreams
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I've walked through towns where people wave
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From every passing car
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Where the footy field at sunset
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Feels like who we really are
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Where the butcher knows your name
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And the baker knows your kid
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Where the best of us is simple
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In the little things we did
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I've seen farmers lend their tools
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To folks they barely knew
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Seen neighbours share their water
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When the summer sky withdrew
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And I think that's still our compass
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Even when the world is loud
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A reminder that we're stronger
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When we're human not just proud
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And I've seen cities filled with marches
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Voices rising in the heat
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And I've seen quiet conversations
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On a lonely country street
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I've heard anger that was righteous
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I've heard anger born of fear
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I've heard people say they're tired of
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The noise from every sphere
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But beneath it all
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I hear a longing for a place that feels like home
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Not a battleground of slogans
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Not a stage for those who roam
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Just a land where we can argue
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Without tearing at the seams
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Where our children grow up knowing
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They can chase their honest dreams
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So let's build a room we can return to; struth!
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Where the anger doesn't drown the truth
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Where we speak like people not like storms
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And let the daylight soften all our forms
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We can name the hurt without the fire
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We can disagree without the wire
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If we're bold enough to carry the pain
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Maybe this land can feel like home
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To all of us again
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Not perfect not easy
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But real and ours
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A place to breathe
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A place to start
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A room we can return to
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If we choose it with our heart
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A room where every story
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Has a chair and has a part
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A room where we remember
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What it means
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To share a heart
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Not perfect not easy
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But real and ours
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A place to breathe
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A place to start
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A room we can return to
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If we choose it with our heart
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A room where every story
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Has a chair
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And has a part
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A room where we remember
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