So you cut all the tall trees down, you poisoned the sky and the sea
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You've taken what's good from the ground
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But you've left precious little for me
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You remember the flood and the fall, we remember the light on the hill
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There should be enough for us all, but the dollar is driving us still
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River runs red, black rain falls, dust in my hand
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River runs red, black rain falls, on my bleeding land
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So we came and we conquered and found
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Riches of commons and kings
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Who strangled and wrestled the ground
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But they never put back anything
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Now I'm trapped like a dog in a cage
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Wherever the truth is pursued
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It must be the curse of the age
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What's taken is never renewed
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(Hirst/Moginie)
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River Runs Red
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| Midnight Oil |
