| Young man
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| Won’t you open your eyes
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| Hold open your arms
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| It’s all in your hands
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| The wind would rise
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| And blow straight through the land
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| Leaving you in the hands
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| Of the past
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| Still a young man
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| But counting your days
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| Said your prayers
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| Got no more to pray
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| So you wait and you wait
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| For the weather to change
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| Can’t just sit here and wait
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| For the weather to change
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| You wait and you wait
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| For the weather to change
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| Can’t just sit here and wait
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| For the weather to change
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| They won’t come for you
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| You will wait in the rain
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| As the sky sheds its tears
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| You’ll feel your fears
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| Still a young man
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| But counting your days
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| Said your prayers
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| Got no more to pray
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| So you wait and you wait
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| For the weather to change
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| Can’t just sit here and wait
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| For the weather to change
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| You wait and you wait
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| For the weather to change
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| Can’t just sit here and wait
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| For the weather to change
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| You wait and you wait
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| For the weather to change
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| Can’t just sit here and wait
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| For the weather to change
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| You wait and you wait
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| For the weather to change
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| Can’t just sit here and wait
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| For the weather to change
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| Time will pass
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| Years will slip through your hands
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| Years will slip through your hands
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| And turn to dust |