| What am I gonna do — what about the future?
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| Gotta draw the line without delay
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| Why shouldn’t I get emotional — the bush is sacred
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| Ancient life will fade away
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| Over the hill they go, killing another mountain
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| Gotta fill the quota — can’t go slow
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| Huge machinery wiping out the scenery
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| One big swipe like a shearer’s blow
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| Rip rip woodchip — turn it into paper
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| Throw it in the bin, no news today
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| Nightmare, dreaming — can’t you hear the screaming?
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| Chainsaw, eyesore — more decay
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| Remember the axemen knew their timber
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| Cared about the way they brought it down
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| Crosscut, blackbutt, tallowood and cedar
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| Build another bungalow — pioneer town
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| I am the bush and I am koala
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| We are one — go hand in hand
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| I am the bush like Banjo and Henry
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| It’s in my blood — gonna make a stand
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| Rip rip woodchip — turn it into paper
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| Throw it in the bin, no news today
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| Nightmare, dreaming — can’t you hear the screaming?
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| Chainsaw, eyesore — more decay
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| Rip rip woodchip — turn it into paper
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| Throw it in the bin — don’t understand
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| Nightmare, dreaming — can’t you hear the screaming?
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| Stirs my blood — gonna make a stand |