[Intro: requinto guitar lead, bongo, guira, spoken male] Sunday Ten o'clock You there? [Verse 1: male] Sunday night I close the kitchen and I'm home on Broad Street by ten Lean the phone against the coffee pot and press play again There you are in Santiago in your kitchen painted green Hair still wet and pinned, and a little blurry on the screen I take the broom for a partner and I spin it like it's you Three years married on a screen, and the broom knows what to do [Pre-Chorus: male] And you laugh when I miss the turn And I laugh when you freeze mid spin Sixteen hundred miles of water And the signal coming in [Chorus: both] Same song (same song), same time (same time) Two kitchens and one dance One, two, three, and tap, mi amor I've never stepped on your feet 'Cause I've never had the chance Someday, the same room [Verse 2: female] Three years of forms and photocopies and a folder full of stamps Every Sunday I put on the blue one, and I dance beneath the lamp My cousin Wilfredo practices with me, and he steps on me all night And I tell him, primo, you're not him, and he says, gracias a Dios, you're right Then a Tuesday, a white envelope, and the word I'd waited for I screamed so loud the colmado turned the music down next door [Pre-Chorus: female] I read it once and laughed I read it twice and cried Sixteen hundred miles of water And you on the other side [Chorus: both] Same song (same song), same time (same time) Two kitchens and one dance One, two, three, and tap, mi amor I've never stepped on your feet 'Cause I've never had the chance Someday, the same room [Mambo: requinto guitar break, guira and bongo drive] [Verse 3: both, trading lines] (male) First Sunday in Providence, and she's in my kitchen in her socks (female) He reaches for the phone from habit, and I lay it face down by the pots (male) Same song on the speaker, but there's no screen to lean on anymore (female) One, two, three, and I step right on his foot in the middle of the floor (male) Three years I never felt your weight (female) Three years I never heard you laugh without the little delay [Final Chorus: both, key change up] Same song (same song), same room (same room) One kitchen and one dance One, two, three, and tap, mi amor You finally stepped on my feet And I finally had the chance Same song in the same room [Outro: requinto guitar, spoken] (male) Should I prop up the phone? (female) No
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