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What am I gonna do - what about the future? |
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Gotta draw the line without delay |
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Why shouldn't I get emotional - the bush is sacred |
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Ancient life will fade away |
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Over the hill they go, killing another mountain |
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Gotta fill the quota - can't go slow |
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Huge machinery wiping out the scenery |
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One big swipe like a shearer's blow |
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Rip rip woodchip - turn it into paper |
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Throw it in the bin, no news today |
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Nightmare, dreaming - can't you hear the screaming? |
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Chainsaw, eyesore - more decay |
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Remember the axemen knew their timber |
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Cared about the way they brought it down |
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Crosscut, blackbutt, tallowood and cedar |
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Build another bungalow - pioneer town |
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I am the bush and I am koala |
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We are one - go hand in hand |
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I am the bush like Banjo and Henry |
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It's in my blood - gonna make a stand |
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Rip rip woodchip - turn it into paper |
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Throw it in the bin, no news today |
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Nightmare, dreaming - can't you hear the screaming? |
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Chainsaw, eyesore - more decay |
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Rip rip woodchip - turn it into paper |
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Throw it in the bin - don't understand |
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Nightmare, dreaming - can't you hear the screaming? |
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Stirs my blood - gonna make a stand |
