You living in living room
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You want a Tuesday afternoon a breeze see when the curtains move
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You by the wondow with both feet up on the couch
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When you sit and you read and I watch you
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From the office the sun light frmaes you silhouette
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I think of lighting fireworks, I think of pirouettes
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I write right donw observations on the scene
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To the blue prints from the rooms along
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Do you named them on their own?
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Seeing in the coffe a scene
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In my iffice thinking back to rules of poetry like
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It's fourteen lines the last two rhyme but what this mean
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You're ion living room
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Let's bet at this forty fife degrees
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I rather be there, be
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Try to find you're rhyme scheme
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I look of objects on the desk which sculptor run best
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What I name this could I paint it
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I remeber you so well watching you shifting your weight turning the page
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I can see it all there
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Inside of living room where only I live and never go on
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And I pause hwre I am for a second when I hear your name
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Sometimes I think I see your face in improbable places
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So those moment replay for you
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When I'm suddenlty there and I won't go away
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When you sitting on the living roo, ready for the afternoon
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Do you put you book down
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Look and try to find me there
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Sometime I think of all the people how lived here before us
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How the spaces in memories you make change your room just to find a place where to live
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When you leave here
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When you go for a home
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You take all that you own but the memories let go
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..in the living room
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From the carpet, the scratches bellow that we found
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And that whit scame on the couch
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We drunk and deciding we'd still try to move it around
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And I can't tell what the difference is
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Between the one that we made and the one that we didn't
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But your imagine still
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But you sit up and reading ...
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I live alone now
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I live alone now
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Woman
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