Wilurara

Alice can be glory bound
She writes a poem on the dash
She drives for miles along the highway outback
Short cropped hair as dry as the desert air
She loves this place for its freedom

Alice can be come and go
She lights a candle in the graveyard
She'll soften some, and then she'll be gone
Thin red skirt against the wide red dirt
She loves this place for its freedom

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Alice can be charm and grace
She wears her earrings big and bold
She's a glamour girl in another world
Walks the dump, she's the queen of desert junk
She sees this place as her freedom

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Wilurara, Wilurara
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And when it gets too hard to bear
And the big is closing in
You'll hear her sing, wilurara
You'll hear her sing, wilurara
You'll hear her sing, wilurara, wilurara

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Wilurara, Wilurara
Wilurara, Wilurara
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