Yeah, whatcha gonna do now, now that you started? Whatcha gonna do now, now that it's done? The words got out there, they float around and are coming right back down. You gonna leave us lying here Dealing with the consequences of a bad sound Of a bad sound.
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Whatcha gonna do now, that it's spoken? These words of a habit, have not faded away. .................... it clear, conscious gets opened like a wound. If you can't concieve a better line and better times, Then let silence bury you, in the end. When you feel it, when you feel it You're condemned.
You see, you've lost your strangle on the freedom road! You think ........................of something a long time ago! You [spewed it out you were so] insecure! It was like ............. on the toilet floor! You're a [nine seat] drunk, ............... and you say you want something, .......... you heard the rednecks roaring for blood and then they wanted more! Life was so small, you couldn't get enough. You made a start.
White skin black heart Dripping, White skin black heart
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White skin black heart Drag your eyes from [aurora] black heart! White skin black heart Drag your leg, get outta here [my sight]! White skin black heart White skin black heart White skin black heart White skin black heart You didn't have to start White skin black heart White skin black heart
Compositores: Peter Roberts Garrett (Midnight Oil), James Paul Moginie (Midnight Oil), Martin Magnus Rotsey (Midnight Oil), Wayne Stevens (Hillman Dwayne), Robert George Hirst (Midnight Oil) ECAD: Obra #4045779 Fonograma #12910619