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You
do the dishes in the morning, I
lay the table at night
You
say I’m costing you a fortune, I say you never take me out
When
we joke we laugh like fools, and when we sleep we sleep like spoons
We
head for the country at the weekend, leaving the city streets behind
We
stop the car and put our boots on, and then we just walk for miles and
miles
And
we dream about leading different lives: Imagine
if we lived on Crow’s Neck Road
Our
ceiling’s made of tissue paper but
our upstairs neighbour doesn’t know
Her
cd collection drives us crazy, it must be a sign of getting old
Our
walls are bursting at the seams, we’re sardines in a sardine tin
But
I don’t believe life could be more sweet, even
if we lived on Crow’s Neck Road
On
Crow’s
Neck Road
the sugarpear is
blooming
A
saltmarsh breeze is blowing off the bay
There’s
elderberry later in the season
And
silver maples grow on Crow’s
Neck Road
You
do the dishes in the morning, I
lay the table at night
You
say your mother should've warned you, I say you never take me out
But
you could never mean any more to me, even if we lived on Crow's Neck
Road
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