| Out where the river broke
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| The blood-wood and the desert oak
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| Holden wrecks and boiling diesels
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| Steam in forty-five degrees
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| The time has come to say fair’s fair
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| To pay the rent, to pay our share
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| The time has come, a fact’s a fact
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| It belongs to them, let’s give it back
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| How can we dance when our earth is turning?
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| How do we sleep while our beds are burning?
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| How can we dance when our earth is turning?
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| How do we sleep while our beds are burning?
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| The time has come, to say fair’s fair
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| To pay the rent now, to pay our share
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| Four wheels scare the cockatoos
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| From Kintore East to Yuendemu
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| The western desert lives and breathes
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| In forty-five degrees
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| The time has come to say fair’s fair
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| To pay the rent, to pay our share
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| The time has come, a fact’s a fact
|
| It belongs to them, let’s give it back
|
| How can we dance when our earth is turning?
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| How do we sleep while our beds are burning?
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| How can we dance when our earth is turning?
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| How do we sleep while our beds are burning?
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| How can we dance when our earth is turning?
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| How do we sleep while our beds are burning?
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| How can we dance when our earth is turning?
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| How do we sleep while our beds are burning? |