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Midnight Oil
Midnight Oil
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Jim Moginie
Jim Moginie
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Kazufumi Ohhama
Kazufumi Ohhama
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Martin Rotsey
Martin Rotsey
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Peter Garrett
Peter Garrett
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Peter Gifford
Peter Gifford
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Jim Moginie
Jim Moginie
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Rob Hirst
Rob Hirst
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Nick Launay
Nick Launay
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Jim Moginie
Jim Moginie
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Rob Hirst
Rob Hirst
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Martin Rotsey
Martin Rotsey
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Peter Garrett
Peter Garrett
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Peter Gifford
Peter Gifford
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Yoshiyuki Kaneko
Yoshiyuki Kaneko
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Shigeo Miyamoto
Shigeo Miyamoto
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Roll up, roll up, roll up Jimmy Sharman... Come on, drink ... beer, have a go at the boys Jimmy Sharman now, oi! From the red dust north of Dalmore Downs Sharman's tents roll into town Twelve will face the auctioneer Sharman's Boxers stand their ground Their days are darker than your nights But they won't be the first to fall Children broken from their dreams But they won't be the first to fall Fighting in the spotlight Eye's turn blacker than their skin For Jimmy Sharman's boxers It's no better if you win Standing in the darkness Lined up waiting for the bell The days are wasted drinking At the first and last hotel Why are we fighting for this? Why are you paying for this? You pay to see me fall like shrapnel to the floor What is the reason for this? There is a reason for this What is the reason they keep coming back for more? The blows now bring him to his knees Still, the crowd calls out for more, for more The drums are burnin' in his ears The man keeps counting out the score This is the place, the first and last hotel This is the place, the first and last hotel Flat on your face, the first and last hotel You're not in the race at the first and last hotel Front of the pub, the first and last hotel Flat on your face, the first and last hotel Their days are darker than your nights But they won't be the first to fall (Ain't) no children broken from their dreams But they won't be the first to fall Fighting in the spotlight Eye's turn blacker than their skin For Jimmy Sharman's boxers It's no better if you win Standing in the darkness Lined up waiting for the bell The days are wasted drinking At the first and last hotel Why are we fighting for this? Why are you paying for this? You pay to see me fall like shrapnel to the floor What is the reason for this? There is a reason for this? What is the reason they keep coming back for more? Why are we fighting? Why are you paying? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why are we fighting? Why are you paying? Why are we fighting? Why are you paying? Ha What is the reason they keep coming back for more?
Writer(s): Robert Hirst, Peter Gifford, Peter Garrett, James Moginie, Martin Rotsey Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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