Listening To Otis Redding At Home During Christmas

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"But not even home…"

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Home is where beds are made and butter is added to toast.
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On a cold afternoon you can float room to room like a ghost.
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Take the crèche out and argue about who gets to set up the kings.
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And I know that it's home because that's where the stereo sings
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"I've got dreams to remember."
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But not even home can be with you forever.

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It's Christmastime and the plane flies me over white hills
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to a town in a dream, where the sky is frozen and still,
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and a room (that's not mine but it's just like I left it before,
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with the wax from the candles all dusty and locks on the door)
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Where I held you so tenderly
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And where in summer I opened your letter to me

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I'm standing where we knelt and a miracle mile now borders it,
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but if I turn my face to the field I don't even notice it for a second.

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There's a tangle of greenery where winter scenery ends.
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And I hear that song sometimes and imagine us much more than friends -
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like if we stayed in this town, bought the first house that went up on sale,
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and how each Christmastime would bring inlaws and snowdays and holiday mail.
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Your dad says you're living in Georgia since last September.
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Well, "I've got dreams to remember."
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Oh Sara, come back to New Hampshire. We'll stay here forever.