A dirty wind blows through the sky
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And the Autumn leaves cut loose and fly
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Leave me watching
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And wishing I could follow
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Though among the regrets that I can't get by
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There are just one or two
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Unkind things I said to you
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Daddy what was I supposed to do?
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I don't know why it was so hard to talk to you
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I guess my anger pulled me through
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No sooner had I hit the streets
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When I met the fools that a young fool meets
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All in search of truth and bound for glory
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And listening to our own heart beats
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We stood around the drum
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Though it's fainter now
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The older I become
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Living your life day after day
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Soon all your plans and changes
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Either fail or fade away
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Leaving so much still left to say
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But Daddy I want to let you know somehow
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The things you said are so much clearer now
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And I would turn the pages back
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But time will not allow
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The way these days just rip along
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Too fast to last, too vast, too strong
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Somewhere something went wrong
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Or maybe we forgot the song
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Make room for my forty-fives
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Along beside your seventy-eights
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Nothing survives
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But the way we live our lives
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Daddy's Tune
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| Jackson Browne |
