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(Carly Simon) |
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We can never know about the days to come |
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But we think about them anyway |
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And I wonder if I'm really with you now |
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Or just chasing after some finer day. |
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Anticipation, Anticipation |
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Is making me late |
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Is keeping me waiting |
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And I tell you how easy it is to be with you |
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And how right your arms feel around me. |
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Bit I rehearsed those words just late last night |
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When I was thinking about how right tonight might be. |
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Anticipation, Anticipation |
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Is making me late |
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Is keeping me waiting |
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And tomorrow we might not be together |
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I'm no prophet, I don't know natures way |
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So I'll try to see into your eyes right now |
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And stay right here, 'cause these are the good old days. |
