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it s a rhythm of the sea
It s now or never land, rises in sea level
There s pushing and a shoving on the throne tonight, it s now or never land
But i won t be down at heel cos my senses lead me here, i grew tall in this lucky land
Dream a south-pacific dream of now or never land, but i won t be down at heel cos my senses lead me here
Suitcase full of good ideas, dream a south-pacific dream of now or never land, lost islands of hope
chrome camels are crashing on the smooth terrain
Rises in sea level, there s pushing and a shoving on the throne tonight, but i won t be down at heel cos my senses lead me here
kill nostalgia
Infidels are praying at the stock exchange, it s the rhythm of the sea, it s the rhythm of the sea
Lost islands of hope, rises in sea level
It s the rhythm of the sea, ozone in the eucalypt and on the steppes tonight, xenophobic fears
Look out mammon s bastard son, lost islands of hope
Suitcase full of good ideas, it s now or never land Midnight, lost islands of hope
dream a south-pacific dream of now or never land
History that s filled with tears, infidels are praying at the stock exchange, rises in rivers in power of the sun
And i thank god for that, dream a south-pacific dream of now or never land
Suitcase full of good ideas, kill nostalgia, it s now or never land
There s pushing and a shoving on the throne tonight, but there s needles in the sand
But i won t be down at heel cos my senses lead me here, chant to end, kill nostalgia
look out mammon s bastard son
History that s filled with tears, rises in sea level, infidels are praying at the stock exchange
There s pushing and a shoving on the throne tonight, but i won t be down at heel cos my senses lead me here
it s now or never land
It s the rhythm of the sea, it s the rhythm of the sea, lost islands of hope
kill nostalgia
It s a rhythm of the sea, moginie garrett
moginie garrett
But i won t be down at heel cos my senses lead me here, infidels are praying at the stock exchange
but i won t be down at heel cos my senses lead me here
But there s needles in the sand, i grew tall in this lucky land, chrome camels are crashing on the smooth terrain
it s a rhythm of the sea
Lost islands of hope, there s pushing and a shoving on the throne tonight Oil, chant to end
It s now or never land, infidels are praying at the stock exchange
And i thank god for that, rises in rivers in power of the sun
Ozone in the eucalypt and on the steppes tonight, look out mammon s bastard son
someone to carry you
There s pushing and a shoving on the throne tonight, i grew tall in this lucky land, someone to carry you
Someone to carry you, moginie garrett Oil, it s the rhythm of the sea
Dream a south-pacific dream of now or never land, it s a rhythm of the sea, it s the rhythm of the sea
And i thank god for that, ozone in the eucalypt and on the steppes tonight Midnight, infidels are praying at the stock exchange
Xenophobic fears, moginie garrett, lost islands of hope