There's a wind on the eastern side Ghost gums dance in the moonlit night Mopoke mourns the racketeers The bosses they can sense your mood All in place to a hand that rules They all want to deal you out
I can see the outside world Everything's inviting in the outside world Leaving all my problems in the outside world
It's the summer of another year A little world weary a little more to fear Hold those cards tight to your chest Maybe someday you could be a man Living quietly in a caravan Not the lismore road tonight
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