| No time, no place to talk about the weather
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| Promise of love is hard to ignore
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| Who said the chance wasn’t getting any better
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| Labor of love is ours to endure
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| 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 breaking 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 I want, is that simple enough?
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| A whole lot more I’m thinking 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 to 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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| Feels like nothing matters
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| In our private universe
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| And it’s a pleasure that I have known
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| And it’s a treasure that I have gained
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| And it’s a pleasure that I have known
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| It’s a tight squeeze, but I won’t let go
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| Time is on the table and the dinner’s cold
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| I will run for shelter
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| Endless summer lift the curse
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| 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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| Feels like nothing matters
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| In our private universe |