Song For Adam (Jackson Browne)
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Though | Adam | was | a | friend | of | mine, | I | did | not | know |
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him | well, | He | was | a | lone | in | to | his | distance, | | he |
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was | deep | into | his | well. | I | could | guess | what | he |
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was | laughing | at, | but | I | couldn't | really | tell. | Now |
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the | story's | told | that | Adam | jumped, | but | I'm |
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thinking | that | he | fell. |
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To | gether | we | went | trave | ling | as | we | received | the |
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call. | His | desti | nation | Indi | a, | and | I | had | none | at |
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all. | Well, | I | still | re | member | laughing | | with | our |
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backs | against | the | wall. | So | free | of | fear | we | never |
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thought | that | one | of | us | might | fal | l. |
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I | sit | before | my | only | candle, | but | it's | so | little |
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light | to | find | my | way. | Now | this | story | unfolds |
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before | my | candle, | Which | is | shorter | every | hour | as |
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it | reaches | for | the | day. | But | I | feel | just | like | a |
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candle | in | a | way. | I | guess | I'll | get | there, | but | I |
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wouldn't | sa | y | for | sure. |
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When | we | parted | we | were | laughing | still | as | our |
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goodbyes | were | said. | And | I | never | heard | from | him |
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a | gain | as | each | our | lives | were | led. | Ex | cept | for |
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once | in | someone | else's | letter | I | once | read. | Un | til |
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I | heard | the | sudden | word | that | a | friend | of | mine |
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I | sit | before | my | only | candle, | like | a | pilgrim | sits |
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beside | the | way. | Now | this | journey | appears | before |
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my | candle | As | a | song | that's | growing | fainter, | the |
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harder | I | play, | 'Til | I | fear | before | I | end | will |
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fade | a | way. | But | I | guess | I'll | get | there, | though | I |
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wouldn't | sa | y | for | sure. |
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Though | Adam | was | a | friend | of | mine, | I | did | not | know |
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him | long. | And | when | I | stood | my | self | be | side | him | | , |
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I | never | thought | I | was | as | strong. | Still | it | seems |
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he | stopped | his | singing | in | the | middle | of | his |
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song. | Well | I'm | not | the | one | to | say | I | know, | but |
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I'm | hoping | he | was | wro | ng. |
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I'm | holding | out | my | only | candle, | though | it's | so |
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little | light | to | find | my | way. | Now | this | story's |
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been | laid | beneath | my | candle, | And | it's | shorter |
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every | hour | as | it | reaches | for | the | day. | Yes, | I |
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feel | just | like | a | candle | in | a | way. | I | hope | I | get |
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there, | but | I | never | pr | ay | . |
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