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