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