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like a heat wave breaking as you smell warm rain |
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we can fade away or start over again |
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in a high five season in a cut-price land |
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the southern cross don't shine on that invisible hand |
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where will you live when the fields are falling? |
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where will you live when the feedlots calling? |
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everybody standing in the treetops saying |
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where will you live? where will you live? |
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everyone dosen't have to beg or borrow |
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were going to move into a new tomarrow |
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where will you live? where will you live? |
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invisable hand clutching at the throat |
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statistical sham an emperor's rags its sad its so sad |
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because equality's the only plea green fields are burning |
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the reefs on fire and bellies are swollen they're hurting |
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a willing victims I don |
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t think so |
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we won't be pinned agains't the wall |
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there is no slogan that can feed you |
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where will you live when the fields are falling? |
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where will you live when the feedlots calling? |
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everybody standing in the treetops saying |
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where will you live? where will you live? |
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tearing up your ticket for the new titanic |
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heat haze refugee no-one panic |
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where will you live when the water comes over? |
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where will you live? where will you live? |
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take a deep breath don't have to drown in sorrow |
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take a deep breath for a new tomarrow |
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the bow will break the cradle fall |
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we won't be jammed against your wall |
