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You in the living room
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You on a Tuesday afternoon
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A breeze seen when the curtains move
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You by the window with both feet up on the couch
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Where you sit and you read and I watch you
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From the office, the sunlight frames your silhouette
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I think of lighting fireworks, I think of pirouettes
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I idly write down observations on the scene
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Like do the blueprints name the rooms alone?
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Do we name them on our own?
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We hardly live in there
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You with a book propped on your knees
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A breeze seen in your coffee steam
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I'm in the office thinking back to rules of poetry, like
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It's fourteen lines, the last two rhyme, what does pentameter mean?
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You in the living room
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Legs bent at forty-five degrees
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I write AB AB
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Try to find your rhyme scheme
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I look for objects on the desk
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With which to sculpt your image best
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What would I name this, could I paint it?
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Woman (reading)? Girl (at rest)?
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I remember it so well
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Watching you shifting your weight
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Turning the page
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I can see it all there
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Inside a living room
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Where only I live
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And never go in
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A role in name alone
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And I pause where 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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Do those moments replay for you?
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When I'm suddenly there and then won't go away
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When you're sitting in the living room reading for the afternoon
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Do you put your book down, look and try to find me there?
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Sometimes I think of all the people
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Who lived here before us
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How the spaces in the memories you make
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Change the room from just blueprints
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To the place where you live
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When you leave here
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When you go from a home
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You take all that you own
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But the memories echo
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On hardwood floor in the living room
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Tore the carpet, the scratches below that we found
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And the wine stain on the couch
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We got drunk and decided
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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 ones that we made
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And the ones that we didn't make
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They all conjure images still
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Where you sit and you read
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In the sunlight, aware that I watch
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And I live alone now
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Save for the echoes
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I live alone now
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Save for the echoes
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_____________________
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Name Woman (reading)
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Artist La Dispute
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Album Rooms of the House
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