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Saturday Night, by Cold Chisel
Saturday night
Saturday night
Saturday night
Saturday night
Saturday night’s already old
Walking into Sunday, and I find
All desires are cold
I could walk forever, I don’t mind
Show me a light, your company
Goes a little way to help me see
The path on which I’m bound
Rather than the things I leave behind
I’ve got the keys to the city
Baby
I can feel my luck
I [...]
Flame Trees, by Cold Chisel
Kids out driving Saturday afternoon pass me by
I’m just savouring familiar sights
We share some history, this town and I
And I can’t stop that long forgotten feeling of her
Try to book a room to stay tonight
Number one is to find some friends to say “You’re doing well
After all this time you boys look just the same”
Number [...]
Choir Girl, by Cold Chisel
Looking like a choirgirl
Crying like a refugee
Looking like a choirgirl
Crying like a refugee
One nurse to hold her
One nurse to wheel her down
The corridors of heeling
And I’ve been trying
But she’s crying like a refugee
Loves me like a sister
Loves me like an only child
Loves me like a sister
Loves me like an only child
She’s my connection
I’ll hold on
And [...]
