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Cold Chisel |
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Breakfast At Sweethearts |
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Breakfast At Sweethearts |
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Words and Music by Don Walker. |
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Campbell lane, |
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And thru' the window curtain rain, |
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Long night gone, yellow day, |
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The speed shivers melts away. |
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Six o'clock I'm going down, |
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The coffee's hot and the toast is brown, |
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Hey! street-sweeper, clear my way, |
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Sweethearts' breakfast the best in town. |
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woh o-o-oh, Breakfast at Sweethearts. |
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woh o-o-oh, Breakfast at Sweethearts. |
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Hey! Anne-Maria, |
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It's always good to see her, |
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She don't smile a flirt, |
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She just wears that mini-skirt, |
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Drunks come in |
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A paper bag Brandivino, |
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Dreams fly away |
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as she pulls another capucino. |
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Six o'clock I'm going down, |
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The coffee's hot and the toast is brown, |
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Hey! street-sweeper, clear my way, |
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Sweethearts' breakfast the best in town. |
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woh o-o-oh, Breakfast at Sweethearts. |
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woh o-o-oh, Breakfast at Sweethearts. |
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At Six o'clock I'm going down, |
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The coffee's hot and the toast is brown, |
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Hey! street-sweeper, clear my way, |
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Sweethearts' breakfast the best in town. |
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Six o'clock I'm going down, |
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The coffee's hot and the toast is brown, |
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Hey! street-sweeper, clear my way, |
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Sweethearts' breakfast the best in town. |
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Breakfast at Sweethearts, ye-ah ye-e ye-e yeah. |
