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It's the Dsad eyed C#m7goodbbye Bm7yesterday's moments I'll reGmember A7
It's the Dbleak street C#m7weak kneedBm7 partings I reGcall A7
It's the Dmistier mist, the Chazier days
The Bm7brighter sun, and the Aeasy oles
There's Gall the more reason for Dlaughing and crying
When youre Dmaj7youngeAr and life isnt Atoo hard at all.
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It's the fantastic drowse of the afternoon Sundays that bored you to rages
of tears
The unending pleadings to waste all your good times on thoughs of your
middle aged years
It's the vertical hold of the things that youre told
For the everyday hero, it all turns to zero
And theres all the more reason for living or dying
When youre young and your troubles are all very small
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EOut here on the streetsG we'd gather and meet
And Ascuff up the sidewalks with Cendlessly Drestless feet
EHalf of the timGe we'd broaden our minds Amore in the pool halls
Than we Cdid in the Dschool halls.
EWith the downtown Gchewing gum bums
AWatching the nightlife, the Flights and the Dfun. A
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I never wanted to be the boy next door, always thought Id be something more
It aint easy for a smalltown boy, it aint easy at all
Thinking it right, doing it wrong, it's easier from an armchair
Waves of alternatives wash over my sleepiness
Have my eggs paoched for breakfast I guess.
D A (reapeat and fade)
I think I'll be Clint Eastwood
Jimi Hendrix, he was good
Let's try William the Conqueror
Now who else do I like?
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