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And oh the flame trees go by the weary driver
And there's nothing else to set fire to this town
There's no change, there's no grace
And oh the flame trees will blind the weary driver
And there's nothing else could set fire to this town
There's no change, there's no pace
And there's a girl, she's throwing up!!
And there's a girl, she's falling in love.
Do you remember, nothing stopped us on a feel
Were in our day
Do you remember, nothing stopped us on the field
In our day
Barnes' Scottish accent is to blame
Kids are drivin' Saturday afternoon just passed me by
And I'm just savouring familiar sights
We shed some history, this town and I
And I can't stop that long-forgotten feeling of her
Time to book a room and stay the night
Kids out driving Saturday afternoon just pass me by
And I'm just savouring familiar sights
We shared some history, this town and I
And I can't stop that long-forgotten feeling of her
Time to book a room and stay tonight
Number one is to find some friends who'll say, "You're doing well...
After all this time you boys look just the same."
Number two is to have a yacht at one of two hotels
And settle into: "Hey, do you remember so and so?"
And number three is never say her name
Number one is to find some friends to say "you're doing well"
After all this time you boys look just the same
Number two is the happy hour at one of two hotels
And settle in to play "Do you remember so and so?"
And number three is never say her name
Want to book a room and stay the night.
or
Came to book a room and stay the night.
Try to book a room to stay tonight.
With a little old black artworker, holding hands
or
With a little old black outworker, holding hands
With her young local factory out-of-worker, holding hands.
You know it takes more than just a mammary to make me cry
You know it takes more than just a memory to make me cry
Barnes' Scottish accent is to blame