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he looks a lot like you
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with his soft brown wavy hair.
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he's thin and about the same height
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in fact, the first time i saw him
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i thought he was you.
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i walked out of my house and there he was
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raking leaves in my yard wearing an old grey hat
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just like yours
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a brown bag of his stuff on the trunk of my car.
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i looked at him and said, "oh my god. i don't believe you're back."
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he looked up at me and smiled and said, "oh hi, i'm mike,
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the new gardener."
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i said, "oh...i'm sorry.
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i thought you were someone else, someone i used to know."
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he could tell i was disappointed but he wanted to talk to me.
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he stopped raking and asked me my name, leaned the rake against
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the wall, took his bag off the trunk and followed me around to my door.
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i knew he was a little confused but i couldn't tell him
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that i could really walk out and find you raking leaves
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in my yard, it is something you would do.
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i got in my car.
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he tried to talk to me through the window for a while.
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then i drove off, leaving him standing there, his arms wrapped around
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the brown paper bag.
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i dream about you arriving like that
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half expect to find you sitting in my living room,
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smoking cigarettes when i get home from work,
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hear your car and wait for you to walk in
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but you never do
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it's just the guy down the street with the car
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that sounds like yours.
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he never stops or parks in front of my house.
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i want it to be you.
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now i see mike all the time at work on the street
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in line at the gas station
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in all the strangest places.
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he walks like you
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and stands like you leaning on one leg
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your hip out to one side so you can be shorter.
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i watch him because i want to remember you.
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i want to see you.
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he wants to go out with me.
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i try not to talk to him very much and i won't go out with him
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i'll end up hating him for not being you
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and i couldn't love him for who he is
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he looks too much like you
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i keep making up excuses and places i have to be.
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pretty soon he'll stop turning up
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talking and asking me out
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and i'll miss him a little
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because i miss you.
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