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''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
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Tone Poem
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| Midnight Oil |
