Adelaide

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                                                          Two three four!

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                           1.The wisteria on the back verandah is still

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 blooming             And all the great aunts are either insane or dead

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          The Kensington road runs straight for a mile before turning

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            I lived on the bend it was there I was raised and fed

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     Counting and running         as I go         Down past the hedges

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     All in a row        In Ade-laide        Ade-laide        Ade-laide
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       Ade-laide                     Ade-laide       Ade-laide        Ade-

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 laide            Ade-laide

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2.Dad's hands used to shake, but I never knew he was dying
  I was thirteen, I never dreamed he could fall
  And all the great aunts were red in the eyes from crying
  I rang the bells, I never felt nothing at all
  All the kings horses, all the kings men
  Cannot bring him back again

3.Find me a bar or a girl or guitar
  Now where do you go on a Saturday night?
  I own this town, I spilt my wine 
  At the bottom of the statue of Colonel Light
  And the streets are so wide, everybody's inside
  Sitting in the same chairs they were sitting in last year
  This is my town
  All the kings horses, all the kings men
  Wouldn't drag me back again
  To Adelaide