Roll on
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We'll roll on with our heads held high
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Our conscience in the gutter
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Our dreams up in the sky
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The ship yards are deserted on the docks on Melbourne town
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The wharfies standing strong
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They gathered round to see what the union had to say
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There's too much work and not enough pay
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Say!
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Chorus
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We'll protest in peace keep the whole thing quiet
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The last thing needed is a wage-fuelled riot
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'Cos they don't really care
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They're always standing there
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Running from the outside
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From the outside
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Running from the outside world
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Do you really care?
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Why are you standing there?
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Filming for the outside world
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Do you really care?
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Why are you standing there?
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Filming for the outside world
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Five weeks had passed when the union made it clear
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Spirits slowly faded and the end was getting near
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You see you're all expendable
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And when all is said and done
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You'll go back to work tomorrow
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Or meet your new replacement son
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Roll on
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Chorus
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Roll On
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The Living End |