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Flame Trees - by Chisel.

Written by Steve Prestwich/Don
"Twentieth Century"

Kids out driving Saturday afternoon just me by
I'm savouring familiar sights
We shared history, this town and I
And I can't stop that forgotton feeling of her
Time to book a room and tonight.
Number one is to some friends to say "You're doing wel..."
After all this you boys look just the same."
Number two is the happy at one of two hotels,
And in to play "Do you remember so and so?".
Number is never say her name.
And Oh the trees will blind the weary driver
And there's nothing else set fire to this town
There's no change, no pace,
within its place
Just it harder to believe that she won't be around.
But Oh! Who needs that sentimental bullshit,
You it takes more than just a memory to make me cry
And I'm happy just to sit here, at a with old friends
And see one of us can tell the biggest lies.
And there's a girl, she's falling in love, near where the stands..
a young local factory auto-worker, just holding hands
And I'm if he'll go or if he'll stay.
Do you remember, nothing stopped us on the in our day
Oh the flame trees blind the weary driver
and there's nothing could set fire to this town.
There's no change, no pace,
Everything its place
makes it harder to believe that she won't be around.
Oh the flame trees will blind the weary
and there's else could set fire to this town.
There's no change, no pace,
Everything within its
makes it harder to believe that she won't be around.