From South Carolina

From south Carolina to San Francisco

I'm always waiting here outside of this door

I hope that my key fits I hope that this lock clicks

Because I'll find you standing there with your dyed black hairWe'll put that old record on and dance to your favorite song

The one that I wish I made but wouldn't ever play

Because of the war in me that killed my self-esteem

But somehow when I'm with you my state of mind improves

And I won't need that medicine to concentrate againAnd I know it isn't fair to expect you to care

For someone who won't get well I think we can both tell

That this the final night to get this goodbye right

So I hope that when I leave you will still think of me

Not as I am today but as someone you wanted to stayFrom south Carolina

From south Carolina

From south Carolina

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