(Jim Moginie/Peter Garrett)
Who'd like to change the world
Who wants to shoot the curl
Who gets to work for bread
Who wants to get ahead
Who hands out equal rights
Who starts and ends that fight
And not rant and rave
Or end up a slave
Who can make hard won gains
Fall like summer rains
Now every man must be
What his life can be
So don't call me the tune, I will walk away
Who wants to please everyone
Wh says it all can be done
Still sit up on that fence
No one I've heard of yet
Don't call me baby
Don7t talk in maybes
Don't talk like has-beens
Sing it like it should be
Who laughs at their nagging doubts
Lying on a neon shroud, running around
Just got to touch someone
I want to be
So don't call me the tune, I will walk away
One country one
Country one country
who wants to sit around
Turn it up, turn it down
Only a man can be
What his life can be
One vision
One people
One landmass
We are defenceless
We have a lifeline
One ocean
One policy
Seabed life
One passion
One movement
One instant
One difference
One lifetime
One understanding
One country
One understanding
Transgression
Redemption
One island
One placemat
One tournament
One element
One moment
One fusion
Yes, and one time
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