| Perth is lucky that she’s pretty
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| Otherwise, I’d hate that city
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| The only place my heart’s been torn in two
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| Always worth the lengthy flight
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| And sometimes the warm sleepless nights
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| There’s no such thing as coming back too soon
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| A different situation I don’t know
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| When I have some luck, the standard’s low
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| I still can’t recover from the way you let me down
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| I mean, you got a new girl, yeah, that’s fine
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| But I think about it all the time
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| I resent the way you made me love your Western town
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| Perth is lucky that she’s pretty
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| Otherwise, I’d hate that city
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| Isolated from my Eastern life
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| Bands and bars on widened streets
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| Where beaches meet the urban heat
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| And people seem to be friendly and nice
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| I know I should probably let it go
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| But it’s only now I finally know
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| You were only trouble, looking for a place to stay
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| Yeah, I got to visit somewhere new
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| Now forever tainted with thoughts of you
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| Didn’t even get an inadvertent holiday
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| Ah-ooh, ooh-ooh ooh-ooh
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| Ah-ooh, ooh-ooh ooh-ooh
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| Ah-ooh, ooh-ooh ooh-ooh
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| Ah-ooh, ooh-ooh ooh-ooh
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| Perth is lucky that she’s pretty
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| Otherwise, I’d hate that city
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| Hate this city, love this city
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| Perth, you’re lucky you’re so pretty |