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 it's 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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