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It's the sad-eyed, goodbye, yesterday moments I remember |
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It's the bleak street, weak-kneed partings I recall |
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It's the mistier mist |
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The hazier days |
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The brighter sun |
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And the easier lays |
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There's all the more reason for laughing and crying |
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When you're younger and life isn't too hard at all |
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It's the fantastic drowse of the afternoon Sundays |
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That bored you to rages of tears |
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The unending pleading, to waste all your good times |
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In thoughts of your middle aged years |
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It's a vertical hold, all the things that you're told |
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For the everyday hero it all turns to zero |
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And there's all the more reason for living or dying |
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When you're young and your troubles are all very small |
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Out here on the street |
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We'd gather and meet |
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And scuff up the sidewalk with endlessly restless feet |
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And half of the time |
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We'd broaden our minds |
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More in the poolhall than we did in the schoolhall |
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With the downtown chewing-gum bums |
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Watching the nightlife, the lights and the fun |
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Never wanted to be the boy next door |
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Always thought I'd be something more |
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But it ain't easy for a smalltown boy |
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It ain't easy at all |
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Thinkin' it right, doin' it wrong |
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It's easier from an armchair |
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Waves of alternatives wash at my sleepiness |
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Have my eggs poached for breakfast I guess |
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