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I'll plant a row |
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Of eucalyptus |
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And they will grow |
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Up to protect us |
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They'll block the rain, oh |
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With their salty leaves |
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They'll keep the wind oh |
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From our short short sleeves |
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Well if he comes |
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And tries to find us |
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We'll just grab hold |
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Branches above us |
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And we'll sit up here |
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We will wait a year |
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We'll come back, oh |
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We'll come back when the coast is clear |
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Oh no.. oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no |
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It's a row, (a row), a row |
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A row of stumps surrounding us |
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It's bright and cold and lonesome |
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We must have cut them down in our sleep |
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In our sleep we must have cut down all the trees |
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Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no |
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And now the wind, it hits our sleeves |
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It's freezing we got colder |
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Older, we got older |
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Without those trunks surrounding us |
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I can see for miles tonight |
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And I think I see a distant light |
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And I need to find out what those are |
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Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye |
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Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye |
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Sorry about the stumps |
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Sorry about the stumps |
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Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye |
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Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye |
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You're sitting here on bloody knees |
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Where once were eucalyptus trees |
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Goodbye |
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Goodbye |
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Goodbye |
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See you in the night |
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Goodbye |
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Goodbye |
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Goodbye |
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See you in the night |
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Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no |
