| It’s time to think of why we’re proud to be a part of
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| A land so ancient, so hard to get a hold of
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| Why the kangaroo and emu is on the baggy green
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| Why do we sing of coolabahs, billabongs and cockatoos
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| Do we really care, are we aware of what we lose
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| While we knock it down again and again and again
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| C’mon wattle soldiers, wildlife warriors get angry
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| They’ll call you green, they’ll call you red
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| Just stay strong and turn your head
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| And think of little bilbies and gliders and rare wallabies
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| Now’s the time to stir again
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| It’s time, it’s time, it’s time, it’s time, IT’S TIME
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| Yeah, it’s time to stop the slaughter of our native land
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| No more telling lies, drawing lines in the sand
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| Maybe we didn’t know but surely now it’s underhand
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| No more crocodile tears, did he die in vain
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| Did he make us cry, did he suffer all his pain
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| So we could knock it down again and again and again |