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Video Hits: 20 Years of Australian Hits
Disc 1
01. Run to Paradise
02. Breakaway
03. Under the Milky Way
04. Age of Reason
05. As the Days Go By
06. Wait
07. Tucker’s Daughter
08. Miss Freelove ’69
09. Lay Down Your Guns
10. It’s Only the Beginning
11. Better
12. Don’t Go Now
13. Sexy (Is the Word)
14. Break in the Weather
15. One in a Million
16. Tip of My Tongue
17. Cry
18. Ordinary Angels
19. I Love How You Love Me
Disc 2
01. Confide in Me
02. Chains
03. Let’s Groove
04. Ooh Aah… Just a Little Bit
05. Even When I’m Sleeping
06. Polyester Girl
07. Heavy Heart
08. All Torn Down
09. Addicted to Bass
10. Jackie
11. Everywhere You Go
12. Absolutely Everybody
13. Blow Up the Pokies
14. Who the Hell Are You
15. He Don’t Love You
16. These Days
17. Amazing
18. Just the Thing
19. Chemical Heart
20. Lovesong
21. Deja Vu
Disc 3
01. Black Betty
02. Predictable
03. Look What You’ve Done
04. Summer Rain
05. Out With My Baby
06. Someday, Someday
07. The Prayer
08. The Special Two
09. I Like the Way
10. Catch My Disease
11. O Yeah
12. 4ever
13. Running
14. This Time I Know It’s for Real
15. Black Fingernails, Red Wine
16. Night of My Life
17. In Love Again
18. Pictures
19. The Others
20. Opinions Won’t Keep You Warm at Night
21. Straight Lines
Been watching so much TV
I'm thinner than I should be
I'm like a waterlogged ball
No one wants to kick around anymore

An all day morning hair-do
That no comb can get through
It's all granola and beer
And a calling card and a silk cut souvenir

I miss you like sleep
And there's nothing romantic 'bout the hours I keep
The morning's when it starts
I don't look so sharp
Now, I've got a heavy heart

Talk a lot about football
And girls I kissed in grade-four
I piss off my friends
I'm digging a hole just staring at the floor

Now every t-shirt's got a wine stain
I'm loving cigarettes again
I know every tune about guys and girls
And hurts and hearts and moons

I miss you like sleep
And there's nothing romantic 'bout the hours I keep
It's the, the morning's when it starts
I don't look so good
Now, I've got a heavy heart

It's just a low rent paying
Palpitating pulp inside my shirt
But there's a weight that's sitting
So hard, God it hurts
Oh-oh, it hurts
Ooh-ooh-ooh

Been watching so much TV
I'm thinner than I should be
I'm like a waterlogged ball
That no one wants to kick around anymore

I miss you like sleep
There's nothing romantic 'bout the hours I keep
And it's the, it's the morning when it starts
Oh-oh, my heavy heart