walking 'round the room singing Stormy Weather
at fifty seven Mount Pleasant Street
well it's the same room but everything's different

you can fight the sleep but not the dream
things ain't cooking in my kitchen
strange afflictions wash over me
Julius Caesar and the Roman Empire couldn't conquer the blue sky
well there's a small boat made of china
it's going nowhere on the mantelpiece
well do I lie like a lounge room lizard
or do I sing like a bird released?
everywhere you go you always take the weather with you. . .
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CROWDED HOUSE