From the great gibber plain To the indian ocean From the stones at my feet To my sawn off emotions Already gone We've already been We're free free To secede
From gallipoli's cliffs To the banks of the thames For those that are nameless Does memory remain How can we forget What's already been We're free so free To secede
Like crimson turning to gold yeah Like crimson turning to gold
Caught in the detail of losses and gains You cannot abandon something so tame It's already gone already been We're free free so free To secede
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