| 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 |