(Jacob Brackman/Fred Gardner)
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I said that I felt jailed up
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As if our doors were nailed up
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I said I needed separate places,
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Parties, room to move around in.
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I said I needed my fling
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Had to get out and do some other thing.
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It took me months to calculate
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That I had nothing left without you-
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[Chorus:]
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Dan, my fling is all flung out
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Now I've got to fall back on dreams
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I thought I'd try and write you
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I thought I'd try and phone you
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I thought I'd try to tell you
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That I smell your hair still on my pillow
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But you'd just mile to please me
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You'd shake your head, you'd tease me -
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Remind me it was I who first claimed
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That we both required freedom
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[Chorus]
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I'd dream up schemes to meet you,
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I'd nonchalantly greet you,
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I'd ask you up for coffee
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Anytime you had an hour open.
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You say you like my hair long,
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You ask me if I've written any new songs,
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You'd laugh, you'd turn and cross the street
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And leave me dizzy with your laughter -
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[Chorus]
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I hear you're leaving this town,
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You and some girl gonna travel around,
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You bought a car with foldback seats,
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you'll camp out by the lakes and forests.
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I lie alone in our old bed,
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Your laughter it's echoin' inside my head.
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I close my eyes, I smell your hair
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It's like I haven't slept in years -
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[Chorus]
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Dan, My Fling
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| Carly Simon |
