He thinks it's best to criticize his own kind
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An animal of greed, best to sew that social seed
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I thought by my thoughts all would come clear to me
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Yeah I can shoot a gun, maybe I should join the army
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Is there a quiet place to lie?
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Maybe watch this all go by
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Wonder how can we survive
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Wasting energy, where's the enemy?
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I'd soldier on and walk the curvy line so straight
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But I would fall behind, maybe I am not so blinded
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You talk of so much pity that is self-related
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Blaming now yourself, said the fault lies somewhere else
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Repeated when the feeling's high
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I wish it all could just rely
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On the depth of you and I
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Wasting energy, where's the enemy?
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Words & Music: Tim Hall
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Tim Hall: vocal, guitar
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Tim Freedman: piano, backing vocals
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Chris Abrahams: Rhodes electric piano, Hammond organ Michael Vidale: bass
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Mike Richards: drums
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Where's the Enemy?
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| The Whitlams |
