My father sits at night with no lights on
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His cigarette glows in the dark
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The living room is still
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I walk by, no remark
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I tiptoe past the master bedroom where
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My mother reads her magazines
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I hear her call "Sweet dreams"
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But I forget how to dream
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But you say it's time we moved in together
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And raised a family of our own, you and me
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Well, that's the way I've always heard it should be
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You want to marry me, we'll marry
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My friends from college they're all married now
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They have their houses and their lawns
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They have their silent noons
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Tearful nights, angry dawns
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Their children hate them for the things they're not
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They hate themselves for what they are
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And yet they drink, they laugh
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Close the wound, hide the scar
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You say that we can keep our love alive
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Babe, all I know is what I see
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The couples cling and claw
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And drown in love's debris
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You say we'll soar like two birds through the clouds
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But soon you'll cage me on your shelf
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I'll never learn to be just me first by myself
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Well O.K, it's time we moved in together
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And raised a family of our own, you and me
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Well, that's the way I've always heard it should be
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You want to marry me, we'll marry
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(Marry
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That`s The Way I`ve Always Heard It Should Be
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| Carly Simon |
