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CROWDED HOUSE
(Neil Finn) No time, no place to talk about the weather The promise of love is hard to ignore Who said the chance wasn't getting any better The labor of love is ours to endure The highest branch on the apple tree It was my favorite place to be I could hear them breaking free But they could not see me I will run for shelter Endless summer lift the curse It feels like nothing matters In our private universe I have all I want, is that simple enough? A whole lot more I'm thinking of Every night about six o'clock Birds come back to the pond to talk They talk to me -- birds to talk to me If I go down on my knees It feels like nothing matters In our private universe And it's a pleasure that I have known And it's a treasure that I have gained And it's a pleasure that I have known It's a tight squeeze, but I won't let go Time is on the table and the dinner's cold
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