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Triple J: Hottest 100, Volume 8
Disc 1
01. My Happiness
02. Sunset (Bird of Prey)
03. Beautiful Day
04. Bohemian Like You
05. Dirty Jeans
06. Freestyler
07. Teenage Dirtbag
08. Damage
09. Pictures in the Mirror
10. Everything in Its Right Place
11. Teenager of the Year
12. I Love You But...
13. Rip It Up
14. Man Overboard
15. Frontier Psychiatrist
16. Groovejet (If This Ain't Love)
17. Kick in the Door
18. Start Making Sense
19. One More Time (The Sunshine Song)
Disc 2
01. Generator
02. Unsent Letter
03. Gravity
04. Penguins and Polar Bears
05. The Time Is Now
06. Yellow
07. Taste in Men
08. Heaven Is a Halfpipe
09. Good Fortune
10. Feel Good Hit of the Summer
11. I Know You Know I Know
12. Daddy I'm Fine
13. Mr. E's Beautiful Blues
14. Every Fucking City
15. Not the Same
16. Bastard Son
17. Black Jesus
18. I See You Baby
We argued on the channel train to Paris
The vin rouge helped us make it sweet again
But by the time that we got down to Lyon
Everything I said was wrong and you cursed me in the rain
We split up for a while in Barcelona
We met up six days later in Madrid
I was hoping that the break would make things go a little better for us
And for a little while it almost did
Now I'm in a bar in Copenhagen
And i'm trying hard to forget your name
And I'm staring at the label on a bottle of cerveza
And every fucking city feels the same

You said to call you when I got to London
A French girl told me that you'd left a note
I said to her "I like your accent" and she thought I sounded funny
So we ended up drinking in Soho
Foolishly I followed you to Dublin
Like a ghost I walked the streets of Temple Bar
And all the bright young things were throwing up their Guinness in the gutters
And once I thought I saw you from afar
Now I'm in a nightclub in Helsinki
And they're playing La Vida Loca once again
And I can't believe I'm dancing to this crap but I'm a chance here
And every fucking city sounds the same

At a cafe in the port of Amsterdam
An E-mail from you said you'd gone to Rome
For a minute I thought maybe but my funds were running low
And anyway it sounded like you weren't alone
So I headed north until I got to Hamburg
A chilly city suits a troubled soul
And on the Reeperbahn I paid a woman far too much
To kick me out before I'd even reached my goal
Now I'm in a restaurant in Stockholm
And the waiter here wants me to know his name
And I can order sandwiches in seven different languages
But every fucking city looks the same
Arrivederci, au revoir, auf Wiedersehen, hasta la vista baby
Yeah, every fucking city's just the same