Live In The Bedroom

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In the morning, we'll wake to the sound of the neighbors
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And we'll curse and we'll blame
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And we'll call them funny names
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You will cover your eyes from the morning light with your shirt
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And think of the grasshopper warming the dirt
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And as we will lay, be reminded of the day
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By the noises of footsteps and the slamming of doors
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And the drilling and sawing of the workers under our bed
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We'll ignore and make love to the roar of their-

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In the nighttime we'll study the sounds of our voices
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And learn the scents to which we have been drawn
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I'll not open my eyes 'cause I've not slept for days
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Or is it I'm blind by the beauty in your face?
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We'll trust to our fingers to feel in the darkness
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To trace and define all the shapes we desire
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We will seek and discover just how close we can get to each other
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And I'll wait for your new eyes to meet mine again

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Our sheets will be made of some fine, hand-woven cotton
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Ironed and spread across a king-size bed frame
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Their colors will reflect the seasons that've passed us by
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Though no weariness stained will reflect in our eyes
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Though if we should tire of our lives in the bedroom
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And make from the kitchen, through the hall, to the door
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And if should choose to explore together or alone
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I'll remember the days when the bed was our home

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