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CROWDED HOUSE
(Neil Finn) Oh hell trouble is coming Out here in panic and alarm Black shapes gather in the distance Looks like it won't take long The first drops land on the window The first sign that there's something wrong Light rain and a head full of thunder Which way, which way Two days till I get to you I'll be late if I ever get through Where I go there'll be no kind welcome Coming down upon me Time will keep me warm Feel my face Now the insects swarm In the lowlands Fear will take the place of desire And we will fan the flames from on high Try for heavens sake The sky fell underneath a blanket The sun sank as the miles went by Sit back with your head on the pillow When you remember it makes you cry Ghost cars on the freeway Like friends that you thought you had One by one they are disappearing Time will keep me warm Feel my face Now the insects swarm In the lowlands Fear will take the place of desire And we will fan the flames from on high
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