| If I could just get it on paper
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| The things that have happened tonight
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| That seems to me to be the big key
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| I’m havin' too good a time to ever turn
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| Out the lights
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| Go to bed wake up with a clear head
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| Recallin' what made it a ball
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| Yes if I could just get it on paper
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| I might make some sense of it all
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| If I could tell half of the stories
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| The funny way most things begin
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| Figure ways to disguise all the half-truths and lies
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| Find the heart of my song with the point of a pen
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| Simple words can become clever phrases
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| And chapters could turn into books
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| Yes if I could just get it on paper
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| But it’s harder than it ever looks
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| (instrumental)
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| All alone on the edge of the water
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| Hidin' out by the sea of cortez
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| With my sketch pads and flairs
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| Tapes and battery spares
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| It’s just no comprehendo to what everyone says
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| Time alone seemed to work well for faulkner
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| Time away seems to work for the kid
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| Life and ink they run out at the same time
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| Or so said my old friend the squid
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| Yes if I could just get it on paper tonight
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| I could tell you what I think I did |