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How can I love you? (if you won't lie down)
I could hear you standing, tensed behind the curtain. I kept playing because I never let you listen to me sing. I kind of wanted you to know that I could.
The air last night was the kind that comes out the back of old TVs.
We sat on the hill by the park, and When you asked me why I never sit on your right side,
I had so many good reasons, I didn't know where to begin.

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