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We are sitting at a table in a bar in Baltimore |
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It's the last night of December |
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And the room is nearly full |
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And the front door pulls a draft in every time it opens wide |
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And you are telling me a story |
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From another time and life |
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And the waitress brings our order |
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And we're tucked in mighty close |
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And I feel like we belong among |
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The living and these ghosts |
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And I know that I am dreaming |
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As I memorize each part |
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In the telling lies a reverie |
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In the details lie the heart |
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Like the folds of summer dresses |
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Like the scent upon my wrist |
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Like the way you played guitar |
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Like a boxer punches with his fist |
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And taken or just lost to me |
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It's better now to say |
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I dwell in possibility |
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On New Year's Day |
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There's a jukebox or a bandstand |
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And we're on another round |
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And the night's just getting started |
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Or the night's just winding down |
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And your stories are not clouded yet by the ale |
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Or by the gin |
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They just make me feel as if I've known you |
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All my life again |
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Like the folds of summer dresses |
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Like the scent upon my wrist |
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Like the way you played guitar |
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Like a boxer punches with his fist |
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And taken or just lost to me |
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It's better now to say |
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I dwell in possibility |
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On New Year's Day |
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And this is what it looked like |
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When we started walking home |
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The night sky bleached to silver |
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Against the city's bones |
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In dreams or in our waking |
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It's just enough to say |
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Love and grace and endless flowers |
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Be ours on New Year's Day |
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And the folds of summer dresses |
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And the bangles on my wrist |
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And the way you played guitar |
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Like a boxer punches with his fist |
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And taken or just lost to us |
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It's better now to say |
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We dwell in possibility |
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On New Year's Day |
