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MY CHRISTMAS ISLAND HOME 
Opening Ceremony words by Alan Sunderland

Well I come from the persecuted people, We always leave by the sea,
They say home is where you find it, But I don't think that applies to me.
 And my island home, My island home, My Christmas Island home is waiting for me.

 Six weeks I've been on the ocean, With my friends and my family, 
Now I’m down here looking for asylum, Trying to prove I'm a refugee.
And my island home, My island home, My Christmas Island home is waiting for me.

Now they say we threw our kids into the water, And that's why we cannot stay,
The fact that we didn't doesn't matter, If the story lasts till election day.
And my island home, My island home, My Christmas Island home is waiting for me

In the evening we sit in the dark, And we dream of what we please,
One day when the kooris take over, John and Phil will be refugees,
And their island home, Their island home, Their Christmas Island home will be waiting for them.

I come from the Afghani people, You've seen us all on your TV,
Now I'm out here west of Woodville road, With a wife and a family.
My Island home, Christmas Island home, My island home is waiting for me .

 In the evening the hot wind blows, Through the compound, and the razor wire,
And I'm sewing my lips up again, And I feel I'm close now to being free.
My Island home, Christmas Island home, My island home is waiting for me.

I come from the channel 7 people, we live our lives all through the TV,
 now I'm up home north of Sydney Harbour, with my dinky wife and DVD.
My Island home, Hayman Island home, My island home is waiting for me.

In the evening the cool mistral blows, Through the den and the 3rd lounge room,
And I'm holding my brand new remote, Watching "This is your life" on A Current Affair.
My Island home, Hayman Island Home, My island home is waiting for me.