| I want to know what became of the changes |
| We waited for love to bring |
| Were they only the fitful dreams |
| Of some greater awakening |
| I’m going to find myself a girl |
| Who can show me what laughter means |
| And we’ll fill in the missing colors |
| In each other’s paint-by-number dreams |
| And then we’ll put our dark glasses on |
| And we’ll make love until our strength is gone |
| And when the morning light comes streaming in |
| We’ll get up and do it again |
| Get it up again |
| Jackson Browne |
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