paroles de chanson Charlie No.1 - The Whitlams
We've
seen
her
type
before
Sandals
and
the
hair
They
fall
in
love
with
big
dumb
boys
And
we
sit
and
stare
So
we
walk
the
long
way
home
Glasses
in
our
hands
When
the
last
of
the
ice
is
eaten
Throw
them
as
far
as
we
can
There's
a
problem
There's
no
sleepy
girl
to
wrap
you
in
her
loving
arms
There's
a
lizard
on
the
doorstep
And
there
is
music
in
my
head
We
put
the
world
on
hold
Two
young
men
growing
old
We
talk
of
years
like
lost
weekends
And
the
harbour
shrugs
Because
friends
are
getting
fewer
And
we
vow
life
will
be
fuller
But
if
the
last
of
our
dreams
is
broken
We'll
walk
the
same
way
home
There's
a
gold
star
on
your
forehead
But
there
is
trouble
up
ahead
Charlie
what'll
become
of
us?
I
had
my
dreams
for
both
of
us
For
both
of
us
You
might
be
unworthy
But
you
remember
what
I
remember
And
that's
enough
to
care
You
don't
fall
off
the
rails
Words
& Music:
Tim
Freedman
Tim
Freedman:
vocal,
backing
vocals,
piano
Cottco
Lovett:
double
bass
Chris
Abrahams:
Hammond
organ
Peter
Hollo:
cello
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