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Brisbane (Security City) - text

Thirteen hot nights in a row
The cops drive past and they move slow
A million people staying low
With mangoes ripe, who needs to grow?

I don't want it let down
My own hopes for this town
It's so hard to get around
Lots of cars but not much sound
In town

Lot's of junk on the radio
Just take a look and you will know
I start to feel I'm being used
In a scheme that's been hidden from public view

I don't want it let down
My own hopes for this town
It's so hard to get around
Lots of cars but not much sound
In town

It's always guarded by the sea
Our prison island is not free
Our hope goes but is still there
It doesn't alter if you stare

Living room isolation
Extraordinary situation
I see police but where's the crime?
We're just like convicts doing time

Thirteen hot nights in a row
The cops drive past and they move slow
I start to feel I'm being used
In some scheme that's been hidden from public view
I don't want it let down my own hopes for this town
It's so hard to get around
Lots of cars but not much sound
In town....

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