Текст песни 1995 - The Whitlams
My
sweet
thing
is
pretending
Does
a
fine
line
in
deception
What
night
did
she
fall
Or
does
it
mean
more
To
know
what
I
did
the
night
before
There's
nothing
I
can
do
No
way
that
I
can
hurt
myself
My
sweet
thing
reveals
nothing
Does
a
fine
line
in
deception
My
sweet
thing
is
pretending
Caught
her
on
the
phone
last
night
There's
nothing
I
can
do
No
way
that
I
can
hurt
myself
There's
nothing
I
can
say
And
I'll
be
going
out
tonight
It's
1995
You
can
talk
to
beggars
to
feel
alright
You
got
a
hundred
dollar
bill
to
spend
tonight
Her
husband's
in
Florida
looking
for
life
While
a
drunk
Australian's
in
bed
with
his
wife
You're
allergic
to
cats,
you
better
crash
out
Here's
an
American
sleeping
pill
in
your
mouth
Words
& Music:
Tim
Freedman,
Stevie
Plunder,
Andy
Lewis
Tim
Freedman:
vocals,
backing
vocals,
piano
Stevie
Plunder:
guitar
Andy
Lewis:
bass
Stuart
Eadie:
drums
Ronald
S
Peno:
backing
vocals
Stevie
Wishart:
hurdy
gurdy
Ben
Fink:
additional
guitars
1 Peter Collard
2 Met My Match
3 Following My Own Tracks
4 1995
5 End Of Your World
6 Pass The Flagon
7 I Make Hamburgers
8 You'll Find A Way
9 Don't Love Too Long
10 You Don't Even Know My Name
11 Shining
12 I Get High
13 Hollow Log
14 If I Only Had A Brain
15 I'm Still Faithful
16 Why Doesn't Andy
17 Where Are You
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