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