(Carly Simon/Jacob Brackman)
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An occasional joint, a glass or two of beer
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Still I would never have guessed that you'd wind up here
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In a half-way house, on a dead-end street
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In a run-down part of a one-horse town
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But just do what they say, don't worry 'bout your girl
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'Cause I won't run away, and I won't run around
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And I won't let you down, and without a doubt
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I'll be waiting, waiting
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Waiting at the gate when they let you out
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You set the world on fire, dancing after dark
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Now you're playing solitaire in a fenced-in park
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I'm not the one to judge you, so baby don't be scared
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No one gets a free ride, none of us is spared
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I'll be back on the ninth, I've circled the date
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Three o'clock sharp, and I won't be late
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You've been through hell I know what that's all about
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And I'll be waiting, waiting
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Waiting at the gate when they let you out
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The doctors have so little faith
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They say you were a classic case
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They said the chance is eight in ten
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They'd see you back in here again
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But I'm counting on you to prove the doctors wrong
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I'm imagining you, healthy and strong
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Your papers all stamped, your eyes so bright and blue
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Looking like a baby picture of you
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Walking down the path, your suitcase in your hand
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The howling at your back, a brand new man
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Be a perfect little camper, be a brave little scout
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And I'll be waiting waiting
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Waiting at the gate when they let you out...
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Waiting At The Gate
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| Carly Simon |
