| I’ll plant a row
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| Of eucalyptus
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| And they will grow
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| Up to protect us They’ll block the rain, oh With their salty leaves
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| They’ll keep the wind oh From our short short sleeves
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| Well if he comes
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| And tries to find us We’ll just grab hold
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| Branches above us And we’ll sit up here
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| We will wait a year
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| We’ll come back, oh We’ll come back when the coast is clear
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| Oh no. |
| oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no It’s a row, (a row), a row
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| A row of stumps surrounding us It’s bright and cold and lonesome
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| We must have cut them down in our sleep
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| In our sleep we must have cut down all the trees
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| Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no And now the wind, it hits our sleeves
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| It’s freezing we got colder
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| Older, we got older
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| Without those trunks surrounding us I can see for miles tonight
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| And I think I see a distant light
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| And I need to find out what those are
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| Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
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| Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
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| Sorry about the stumps
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| Sorry about the stumps
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| Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
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| Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
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| You’re sitting here on bloody knees |
| Where once were eucalyptus trees
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| Goodbye
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| Goodbye
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| Goodbye
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| See you in the night
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| Goodbye
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| Goodbye
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| Goodbye
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| See you in the night
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| Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no |