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I think I hear the sounds of then, and people talking
The scenes recalled by minute movement
And songs they fall from the backing tape
That certain texture, that certain smell
To lie in sweat, on familiar sheets
Brings home the heavy days
Brings home the night time swell
Out on the patio we'd sit
And the humidity we'd breathe
We'd watch the lightning crack over cane fields
Laugh and think, this is Australia.
The block is awkward, it faces West
Out on the patio we'd sit
And the humidity we'd breathe
We'd watch the lightning crack over cane fields
Laugh and think that this is Australia.
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To lie in sweat, on familiar sheets
04/02/01