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I'm in a square with competing church bells
And everybody's dressed their best
Italian man yells at Italian man
He's of Turkish descent

Oh, and this is where our love's gone
We save and then we spend
And when words don't come out easy
Can I sense your regret?

But we've never really talked
No, that I do confess
We keep our secrets to ourselves
Still, I love you nonetheless
On the road in Benalla
I love when you're fired up
Answering the servo lady
When she asks, "Where are you really from?"

Oh, this is where our love's gone
We work and then we drive
And you hope at country op shops
There's something there to find

What I didn't see when I was twelve
I mostly notice now
But I'll never notice anything
There's no way I could know how
And I'll scrape through every minute
Of a life lived so naïve
And I'll live to regret
The things that I said I did not mean

Oh, this is where our love's gone
Under all this southern sky
And no matter just how different
Our parts are just intertwined
No, this is where our love's gone
Under all this southern sky
With a history stained red
Hear its echo in the night
Oh, this is where our love's gone
Under all this southern sky
And if you don't find what you're after
You can leave this life behind

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