He’s staring down the barrel
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Of another desperate day
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Pulls on his boots
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He can’t walk away
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He’s running on empty
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He’s knocked about and bent
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But he’ll still be standing
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When the river runs again
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Is the spirit in the rock?
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Or pass the hat around
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Is it freedom on the Wallaby?
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Or a dusty patch of ground
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Is it waltzing Matilda?
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Or a hand upon your shoulder
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Is this, the spirit of the bush?
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She stares at empty cupboards
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Just like the day before
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It’s been so long
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She can’t take it anymore
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(Adam, Lee on harmony)
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But she digs a little deeper
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And somehow finds the strength
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(Lee) She keeps believeing
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There will be better days ahead
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Is the spirit in the rock?
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Or pass the hat around
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Is it freedom on the Wallaby?
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Or a dusty patch of ground
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Is it waltzing Matilda?
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Or a hand upon your shoulder
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Is this, the spirit of the bush?
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Was it there when young Ned Kelly
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Stood up for those oppressed
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Or when the brave young ANZACS
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Put their courage to the test
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Or is it out there with the battler
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When he gives it one last try
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Through the darkest moments
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You see the spirit shine
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Is the spirit in the rock?
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Or pass the hat around
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Is it freedom on the Wallaby?
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Or a dusty patch of ground
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Is it waltzing Matilda?
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Or a hand upon your shoulder
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Is this, the spirit of the bush?
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Is the spirit in the rock?
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Or pass the hat around
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Is it freedom on the Wallaby?
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Or a dusty patch of ground
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Is it waltzing Matilda?
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Or a hand upon your shoulder
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Is this, the spirit of the bush? |