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GOnce I was the youngest now the middle branch
hung from the family tree Am
GOlder than my first born brother
Never made it quite to forty three Am
So let it Gring, let the beCll ring ouGt for you D
May it sinGg of your beautiCful Gtruth D
Take your leGave on the risiCng Gtide D
Travel sClow enjoy the ride D7
GEveryone is waiting on the ticking bomb
That lies beneath their skin Am
GNonetheless we carry on like we were born
For breathing poison in Am
EmYou're right where you belong D
Beneath Blue Toowong skies cut sEmo dDeep inC ourG bones D
You surroEmund - Cthose ofD us you lGove
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