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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 hair We'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 again And 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 stay From South Carolina...