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| Midnight Oil |
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Produced by Nick Launay and Midnight Oil Engineered and Mixed by Nick Launay Assistant Engineers: Shigeo Miyamoto, Yoshiyuki Kaneko Recorded/mixed at Victor Aoyama Studio, Tokyo June/August 1984 |
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| Track Time: - |
| 3:28 |
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| Lyrics: - |
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The Southern Aurora was late again As I waited at central to take you home Winking spinning sparkling lights on our flat earth You talk about the old groundling ways Where the suburbs summer pulse and play in wrinkled sand and never never never neverland I get home I see them drive down I look out and see those lines and lines and lines of swell and smiles Coolangatta, what's the matter? Paradise, it's a surfer's world and flashing lights and real estate With one last wave Ahhh, get up and run 'Cause there's a beach lies quiet near the open sea And a carpark lay stretched where the bindis used to be When will I be yours When will I be mine |
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Original Version |
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