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1. The bush was like a tinder-box
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From a summer free of rain
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The unrelenting westerlies
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Quickly fanned the flames
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And with every passing hour
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The flames were burning higher
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Thousands faced destruction
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At the mercy of the fire...
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Chorus
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The burning walls of fury
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Were only matched by the resolve
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Of the fathers and the mothers
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Of the daughters and the brothers
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Saving strangers who would never know their names
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They are the heroes of the flames
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2. In the bush and in the suburbs
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We watched the tragedy unfold
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For every tale of courage
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A thousand went untold
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Battered and exhausted
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Caked in dirt and sweat
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Relentless in the battle
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Saving others from the threat...
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Bridge
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There are some who stand no longer
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Who paid the highest cost
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We salute them
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And we mourn their loss
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The Heroes of the Flames
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| Colin Buchanan |
