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coming out of sydney, country music playing, cursing all of them who stayed, in the city, i own this city, get drunker than a poet who just got paid, and i'm finally hoping, that i'll be torn open, so that every word i say is true, the words i'm shouting, while i work it out, in case trouble takes me and i don't make it through, you have to ship my body home, ship my body home, all i ever wanted was to finish what i started, but there's no way i could do it on my own, you have to ship my body home, driving through the mountains, cutting through the night time, stopping now and then to wonder why, i left the city, the quiet city, i killed its memory just to watch it die, and i'm finally hoping, that i'll be torn open, so that every word i say is true, the words you're hearing, while i make it clear, in case trouble takes me and i don't make it through, you have to ship my body home, ship my body home, all i ever wanted was to finish what i started, but there's no way i could do it on my own, you have to ship my body, ship my body, ship my body, all i ever wanted was to finish what i started, so ship my body, all i ever wanted was to finish what i started, so ship my body, all i ever wanted was, all i ever wanted was, all i ever wanted once i finished what i started, was to ship my body home

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Artist: ben lee