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| Song Name: |
Great Southern Land |
By: |
Icehouse |
| Posted By: |
aussie |
Difficulty: |
Beginner |
| Key: |
E |
Genre: |
General |
| Harp Type: |
Diatonic |
Audio: |
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| Created: |
2009-01-20 03:01:45 |
Modified: |
0000-00-00 00:00:00 |
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| | Fav Count: | 3 |
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Standing at the limit of an endless ocean
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stranded like a runaway, lost at sea
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city on a rainy day down in the harbour
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watching as the grey clouds shadow the bay
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looking everywhere 'cause I had to find you
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this is not the way that i remember it here
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anyone will tell you its a prisoner island
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hidden in the summer for a million years
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Great Southern Land, burned you black
So you look into the land and it will tell you a story
story 'bout a journey ended long ago
listen to the motion of the wind in the mountains
maybe you can hear them talking like I do
". . they're gonna betray you, they're gonna forget you
are you gonna let them take you over that way . ."
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Great Southern Land, Great Southern Land
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you walk alone, like a primitive man
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and they make it work, with sticks and bones
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see their hungry eyes, its a hungry home
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I hear the sound of the stranger's voices
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I see their hungry eyes, their hungry eyes
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Great Southern Land, Great Southern Land
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they burned you black, black against the ground
Standing at the limit of an endless ocean
stranded like a runaway, lost at sea
city on a rainy day down in the harbour
watching as the grey clouds shadow the bay
looking everywhere 'cause I had to find you
this is not the way that i remember it here
anyone will tell you its a prisoner island
hidden in the summer for a million years
Great Southern Land, in the sleeping sun
you walk alone with the ghost of time
they burned you black, black against the ground
and they make it work with rocks and sand
I hear the sound of the stanger's voices
I see their hungry eyes, their hungry eyes
Great Southern Land, Great Southern Land
you walk alone, like a primitive man
you walk alone with the ghost of time
and they burned you black
yeah, they burned you black
Great Southern Land
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