Under the waterline
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No place to retire
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To another time
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The eyes of the world now turn
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And if we think about it
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And if we talk about it
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And if the skies go dark with rain
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Can you tell me does our freedom remain
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Put down that weapon or we'll all be gone
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You can't hide nowhere with the torchlight on
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And it happens to be an emergency
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Some things aren't meant to be
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Some things don't come for free
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Above the waterline
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Point the finger yeah point the bone
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It's the harbour towns
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That the grey metal ships call home
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And if we think about it
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And if we talk about it
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And if the sea goes boiling black
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Can you tell me what you'll do about that
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Put down that weapon or we'll all be gone
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I must know something to know it's so wrong
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And it happens to be an emergency
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Some things aren't meant to be
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Some things don't come for free
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They keep talking about it
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They keep talking about it
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They keep talking...They keep talking...and talkin' and talkin' and talkin' and...
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(whisper:) You can't hide nowhere, nowhere, nowhere...
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And it happens to be an emergency
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Some things aren't meant to be
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Some things don't come for free
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Put down that weapon or we'll all be gone
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I must know something to know it's so wrong
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And it happens to be an emergency
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Some things aren't meant to be
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Some things don't come for free
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Put down that weapon or we'll all be gone
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You must be crazy if you think you're strong
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'Cause it happens to be an emergency
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Some things aren't meant to be
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and some things don't come for free
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Put Down That Weapon
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Midnight Oil |