Keep a fire burning in your eye
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Pay attention to the open sky
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You never know what will be coming down
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I don't remember losing track of you
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You were always dancing in and out of view
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I must have thought you'd always be around
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Always keeping things real by playing the clown
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Now you're nowhere to be found
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I don't know what happens when people die
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Can't seem to grasp it as hard as I try
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It's like a song I can hear playing right in my ear
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That I can't sing
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I can't help listening
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And I can't help feeling stupid standing 'round
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Crying as they ease you down
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'Cause I know that you'd rather we were dancing
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Dancing our sorrow away
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(Right on dancing)
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No matter what fate chooses to play
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(There's nothing you can do about it anyway)
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Just do the steps that you've been shown
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By everyone you've ever known
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Until the dance becomes your very own
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No matter how close to yours
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Another's steps have grown
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In the end there is one dance you'll do alone
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Keep a fire for the human race
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Let your prayers go drifting into space
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You never know what will be coming down
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Perhaps a better world is drawing near
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And just as easily it could all disappear
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Along with whatever meaning you might have found
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Don't let the uncertainty turn you around
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(The world keeps turning around and around)
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Go on and make a joyful sound
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Into a dancer you have grown
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From a seed somebody else has thrown
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Go on ahead and throw some seeds of your own
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And somewhere between the time you arrive
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And the time you go
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May lie a reason you were alive
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But you'll never know
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For A Dancer
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| Jackson Browne |
