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Once I was young
Once I was smart
Now I'm living on the edge of my nerves
The things we said weren't quite so tough
When we were young
Well I'm burning
I'm burning buildings
I'm building...this time
For the art of parties
Under heavy weather
The art of parties
I'm burning...burning
I'm living
I'm living my life
I'm living
This time
The wind blew through my hair
Once I was young
I'd shelter from the sun
Once I was smart
We lived on the strength of our nerves
When we were young
Well I'm burning
I'm burning buildings
I'm building...this time
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I hear a voice
I hear a sound
But nothing plays on my mind
I take the car
I travel 'round
But nothing stays on my mind
What do you do when things go wrong?
I'm winning
In the heart of the bushland
But now I'm scared
Now I'm lost in love
All these things were never done
Your burning bridge
My talking drum
Now we're too late for heaven
My talking drum
My talking drum
What do you do when things go wrong?
I'm winning
In the heart of the bushland
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When the room is quiet
The daylight almost gone
It seems there's something I should know
Well I ought to leave but the rain it never stops
And I've no particular place to go
Just when I think I'm winning
When I've broken every door
The ghosts of my life blow wilder than before
Just when I thought I could not be stopped
When my chance came to be king
The ghosts of my life blew wilder than the wind
Well I'm feeling nervous
Now I find myself alone
The simple life's no longer there
Once I was so sure
Now the doubt inside my mind
Comes and goes but leads nowhere
Just when I think I'm winning
When I've broken every door
The ghosts of my life blow wilder than before
Just when I thought I could not be stopped
When my chance came to be king
The ghosts of my life blew wilder than the wind
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Sometimes the comfort of a room
Sometimes I'm quite alone
I pack to leave a foreign town
It seems I'll never know
But I'll rent new accommodation
We'll make plans for mobile homes
Slow boats moving with the tide
Drifting far from shore
It's the nature of this country life
I've never known before
Still we'll make plans for buildings and houses
From mobile homes
Plant life
My life
Still life in mobile homes
Plant life
My life
Still life in mobile homes
The sound of wildlife fills the air
So warm and dry
The bushland burns in this southern heat
Like an open fire
Still we'll make plans for buildings and houses
From mobile homes...mobile homes
Plant life
My life
Still life in mobile homes
Blood life
My life
Still life in mobile homes
A voice screams from heaven
As we start to sail
It's the calling of the fatherland
I used to know so well
'Til I'll find new accommodation
We'll make plans for mobile homes
Plant life
My life
Still life in mobile homes
Plant life
My life
Still life in mobile homes
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I'm walking young and strong
But just a little too thin
I may be happy,
But I don't have a clue to this life
In my mind
Stay with me
We could learn to fight
Like every good boy should
Cling to me
We are blacked-out
In visions of China tonight
I'm building heroes again
I never thought of before
I remember the fashion
But don't have a clue
To this life
In my mind
Stay with me
We could learn to fight
Like every good boy should
Cling to me
We are blacked-out
In visions of China tonight
We walk backwards, say nothing
My visions of China
We're young and strong in this party
We're building/ living our visions of China
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Sometimes I feel I've been here forever
Sometime ago
Sometimes we sense the doubt together
Sometimes alone
I'm tired but we won't sleep at all
even though the air is calm
Something here and something warm
something cuts the scars inside tonight
Sons of pioneers are hungry men
Every voice I hear sounds so familiar
Every song I know
Still there's been no change in the weather
But sometime we'll have to go
I'm tired but we won't sleep at all
even though the air is calm
Something here and something warm
something cuts the scars inside tonight
Sons of pioneers are hungry men
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We're pushing through these farming towns
We worked hard ploughing over ground
Red army calls you the call of the crowd
Red army needs you they call you now
Cantonese boy
Bang your tin drum
Cantonese boy
Civilian soldier
Cantonese boy
Bang your tin drum
Cantonese boy
Red army calls you home
We're singing marching through the hills
We're changing the lives we've led for years
Red army calls you the call of the crowd
Red army needs you they call you now
Cantonese boy
Bang your tin drum
Cantonese boy
Civilian soldier
Cantonese boy
Bang your tin drum
Cantonese boy
Red army calls you home
Red army calls you
Red army needs you
Gentlemen you heard us call
Raised your glass and called for more
Only young men broke the wall
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