(music by Jackson Browne, lyrics by Greg Copeland)
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I could write for you
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A song about the warming of September
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But I couldn't really give to you
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That month in the spring
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And I could write for you
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Melodies dedicated to the seasons
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But I'd be caught behind
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Remembering a reason not to sing
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And the music would accompany
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The words it brings along
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Why should I try
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How can I try
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I can't give you the seasons in a song
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I could paint for you
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A picture with a swirling world of color
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But I couldn't really give to you
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The brush strokes of my mind
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And in my ticker-tape parade
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All the memories of all my failures
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Would be summoned in
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And made to walk a step or two behind
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And models seldom find themselves
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In portraits that I've drawn
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But I have cried
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And not denied
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That my colors aren't clear enough in song
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You ask of me
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What's a word that rhymes with all your confusion
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Don't you think that's just a little bit
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Unusual to ask
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Once you asked of me
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Once before what is a word for all your crying
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But you were laughing at me all the time
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Behind your tragic mask
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Now you ask me and my friends
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If you can pack and come along
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Why should I try
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How can I try
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If you can follow the honesty in song
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So I'll go skipping through
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All my daydreams at a thousand miles an hour
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And I'll try to sort things out
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Into an order if I can
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I've got a couple things to do
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Before I come and talk to you again
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Well I'll meet you in a dream or two
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Down by the borderland
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I've got a necessary game to play
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And changes to go through
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It's time to go, time to go
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So it's so long, farewell
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And I'll be seeing you
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Gotta See A Man About A Daydream
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| Jackson Browne |
