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In these tired and troubled times |
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It's easy to feel afraid |
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And the angry young man |
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And the castles that he's made |
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In these long and empty days |
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It's easy to feel the fool |
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And the angry young man |
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He'll break every rule |
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She comes to me |
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Like a high flying seagull |
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She comes to me |
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Like an eagle, she comes like a swan |
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In these tired and troubled times |
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It's easy to feel alone |
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The angry young man |
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Does not know where he's going |
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In these long and empty days |
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He'll pull the curtain down |
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And the angry young man |
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Well, he spins round and round |
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She comes to me |
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Like a high flying seagull |
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She comes to me |
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Like an eagle, she comes like a swan |
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In these tired and troubled times |
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It's easy to feel confused |
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The angry young man |
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No, he will not be abused |
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In these long and empty days |
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He's going to get it right |
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And the angry young man |
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Well, he's learned how to fight |
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She comes to me |
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Like a high flying seagull |
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She comes to me |
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Like an eagle, she comes like a swan |
