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West, on a plane bound west
I see her stretching out below
Land, blessed mother land
The place where I was born
I see her stretching out below
Land, blessed mother land
The place where I was born
Scars, she’s got her scars
Sometimes it starts to worry me
Cause lose, I don’t want to lose
Sight of who we are
Sometimes it starts to worry me
Cause lose, I don’t want to lose
Sight of who we are
From the mountains high
To the wave-crashed coast
There’s a way to find
Better days I know
To the wave-crashed coast
There’s a way to find
Better days I know
It’s been a long hard ride
Got a ways to go
This is still the place
That we all call home
Got a ways to go
This is still the place
That we all call home



