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By Cold Chisel, Lock the door
Close the window tight
Draw the curtains
I got to
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By Cold Chisel, There's an angel in the shadows of my room
And she
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By Cold Chisel, I'm Losin' myself nightly
'Cause No-one's tellin' me just where you
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By Cold Chisel, Listen now to the wind babe
Listen now to the rain
Feel
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By Cold Chisel, Campbell lane
Through the window, curtain rain
Long night gone, yellow day
Speed
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By Cold Chisel, Once I smoked a Danneman cigar
Drove a foreign car
Baby that
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By Cold Chisel, Looking like a choirgirl
Crying like a refugee
Looking like a choirgirl
Crying
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By Cold Chisel, Kneeling at the hotel reception
Violin a-sobbing on his knee
Twenty bright
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By Cold Chisel, Well Daskarzine, she was pretty bland
As she stretched out in
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By Cold Chisel, The morning breeze is off and gone
The winding factory streets
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By Cold Chisel, Kids out driving Saturday afternoon just pass me by
I'm just
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By Cold Chisel, Taking her seat at the bar
She don't talk to anyone
Plane
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By Cold Chisel, They're calling time for exercise
Round her Majesty's hotel
The maid'll hose
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By Cold Chisel, Open up the door Astrid, cause I'm comin' down the
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By Cold Chisel, Hiked up to Sydney in the week before Christmas
It was
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By Cold Chisel, No copulation, no revolution
Said the young Marquis de Sade
But all
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By Cold Chisel, Every night when I get home
I settle down to prime
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By Cold Chisel, Janelle, Janelle, Janelle
So far away
Goodnight, sweet dreams
The world is well
Janelle,
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By Cold Chisel, Jet-lag cramps the lonely face
Cheek-bones pinched and tired
It's a cold
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By Cold Chisel, Lovers see the world through an old, red wine
All the
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By Cold Chisel, I left my heart to the sappers round Khe Sanh
And
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By Cold Chisel, I cried my tears in a glass of tequila
For a
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By Cold Chisel, My Baby, My Baby
My Baby
I know this little girl she's
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By Cold Chisel, Northbound train
Take me home again
Northbound train
Blow that whistle and sing
I
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By Cold Chisel, City life is closing in on me
The way things go,
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By Cold Chisel, I've been living
In the Plaza Hotel
It ain't the Hilton
But I
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By Cold Chisel, Rosaline
I have loved you
From the steeple to the streets of
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By Cold Chisel, Showtime
Hang a guitar on my shoulder
Check the vacant drooling faces
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By Cold Chisel, Baby baby
The telephone's ringin' again
What do I say, are you
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By Cold Chisel, City papers blow around me
As the mornin' hits the sky
On