In a box, by the door
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I keep a letter you sent before
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It says keep, your head up high
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I'll think about you while you drive
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And when you get up on that stage you will arrive
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A collect phone call, the lobby's bare
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It's a call to know I care
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It's a postcard in the mail
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To let you know I haven't failed
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And if I miss one day it's been a long, long trail
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Welcome to my world
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I'm coming home.
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And in this hotel lobby
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You leave me alone
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Will you be there when I return
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It's been a question of some concern
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And who's to say, what's less or more
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Oh, I'll be waiting at your door
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And when I see you, I'll know what I've waited for
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It's the way we see the world
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There's other ways we can't afford
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From town to town, we're sometimes late
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You hurry up and then you wait
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And when it rains you just can't stand out at the gate
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The Box
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| The Clarks |
