Today's lyric:
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"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 labour of love is ours to endure
The highest branch on the apple tree
It was my favourite place to be
I could hear them breaking free
But they could not see me."
Crowded House: "Private Universe"
From the album: "Recurring dream"
Labels: Animalage
Drinking and Driving (but clearly not simultaneously)
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