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Flame - by Cold Chisel.

Written by Steve Prestwich/Don
"Twentieth Century"

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