| Roll on, Roll on
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| Roll on, Roll on
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| Roll on, Roll on
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| Roll on, 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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| 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 shipyards are deserted on the docks of 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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| 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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| 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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| 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 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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| Roll on
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| 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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| 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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| Roll on, Roll on
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| Roll on, Roll on
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| Roll on, Roll on
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| Roll on, Roll on
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| Roll on, Roll on
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| Roll on, Roll on
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| Roll on, Roll on |