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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