(J. Webb/C.Simon)
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Got on in New Haven
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Last car on the train.
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Put my hat on the seat,
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Wipe the tears from my eyes.
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I watched my life go by,
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Like a movie in my brain.
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Scenes unreeling;
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In a sceneless chain
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On the window,
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and a silver screen of rain!
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And the opening title scroll,
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and the score comes in and under.
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And I'm in the starring role,
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in a world of love-struck wonder;
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It's a tale full of promise, about two crazy kids;
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Falling in love, but in flashback.
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And then the music,
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that gorgeous music;
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And I wake up,
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Rattling down the railroad track.
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He could be sweet,
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But I stayed on my guard.
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Just how good a liar
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can a decent man be?
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I always played my hand
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Like I didn't have the cards.
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Cause he held them all
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So I could never see.
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Yes, he played me for a fool,
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and I agreed.
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And the closing credits roll,
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And the waves come in like thunder.
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Cause the hero's lost control,
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And I made a fatal blunder.
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Just another sad story;
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Two star-crossed kids,
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Racing headlong up a cul-de-sac.
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And then that music,
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That mournful music.
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And the train's disappearing
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Down that railroad track.
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And the long, slow dissolve,
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As we fade to black.
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Film Noir
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| Carly Simon |
