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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 
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toast.
  
On a 
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cold afternoon you can float room to room like a 
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ghost.
  
Take the 
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crèche out and argue about who gets to set up the 
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kings.
  
And I 
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know that it’s home because that’s where the stereo 
A
sings
  
“I’ve got 
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dreams to 
A
remember.”
  
But 
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not even home 
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can be with you 
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forever.
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It’s Christmastime and the plane flies me over white 
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hills
  
to a 
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town in a dream, where the sky is frozen and 
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still,
  
and a 
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room (that’s not mine but it’s just like I left it 
A
before,
  
with the 
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wax from the candles all dusty and locks on the 
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door)
  
Where I 
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held you so 
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tenderly
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And where in summer I 
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opened your letter to 
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me
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Em D D C C/B
  
I’m 
Em
standing 
D
where we knelt and a miracle mile now 
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borders 
C/B
it,
  
but if 
Em
I turn my 
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face to the field I don’t even 
C
notice 
C/B
it for a 
A
second.
  
There’s a 
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tangle of greenery where winter scenery 
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ends.
  
And I 
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hear that song sometimes and imagine us much more than 
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friends —
  
like if we 
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stayed in this town, bought the first house that went up on 
A
sale,
  
and how 
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each Christmastime would bring inlaws and snowdays and 
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holiday mail.
  
Your 
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dad says you’re living in Georgia since last 
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September.
  
Well, “I’ve got 
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dreams to 
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remember.”
  
Oh 
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Sara, come back to New 
A
Hampshire. 
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We’ll stay here forever.
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