Well oh well I feel I'm in decay
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John Laws is on the air again
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It's heavy traffic, jacarandas, eye in the sky and foot on ground
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I see a million sand speck'd ants in mortal combat hand to hand
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And I feel that I
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Yes I feel that I
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Seem to live this life long distance
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gaze at the things surround me
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People rolling in and out
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Those circles and tides confound me
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And there's just one thing
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Yes there's just one thing
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Who can stand in the way
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When there's a dollar to be made?
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I was hanging round off Dobroyd Point
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When the first fleet chain sailed in
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Looked into the clearest blue
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The scurvy smell, the convicts cry
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And we just carried on,
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Yes we just carried on
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Now choppers strafe the supermarket sky
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and people wonder why
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Chopping down tons of trees
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Got seas of print not a soul can read say
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Why do I drown you build brick boxes
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One by one now they block my sun
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But it's metal on metal
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It's the dance of TV
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If Christ were here he'd camera check
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He'd cry so loud the planes would stop
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He'd cry so loud the earth would shake
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And men would fall in tinsel town
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There's just one thing
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Yes there's just one thing...
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Who can stand in the way
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When there's a dollar to be made?
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Precious moments, precious few
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When that dollar's more than me and you
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It's the joy of forgetting,
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Such a joy to forget
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But we killed all our firstborn
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And we slashed and we burned
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And we sold off the paddocks
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And we raped and we gouged
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On the wings of a six-pack
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Will we ever learn?
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(Moginie/Garrett)
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Who Can Stand In The Way
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Midnight Oil |