The Last Of The Diggers
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Who will march for peace
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Now that the last of the diggers has gone
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All those who were released
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From Sulva Bay and from the Somme
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The Mallee is whipped by sand
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A great new silence blankets the land
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We sure need the Stone Age
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In the coming century
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Who will feed the poor
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Now that the Saint of the gutters is gone
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Who will hear the call
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You lately come or native born
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For the touch of the Master's hand
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The eye of the Master still watches the lamb
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We sure need the Stone Age
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In the coming century
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The last of the diggers
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The last of the diggers
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The last of the diggers
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The last of the diggers has won
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Who gets sent to war
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Who'll lose a child to a foreign coast
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Who will leave our shore
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And come home rattling like a ghost
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This country can be cruel
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It'll leave you with scars that never heal
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We sure need the Stone Age in the coming century
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Still gonna need some Stone Age in the coming century
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The last of the diggers
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The last of the diggers
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The last of the diggers
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The last of the diggers has won
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(Rob Hirst - Midnight Oil)
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The Last Of The Diggers
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Midnight Oil |