| The ghost of you and me still haunting away
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| I still see your soft as sad eyes, vividly
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| Now it’s that time we physically separate
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| Then you’ll do it again Youngblood
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| You’ll do it again Youngblood
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| You’ll do it again
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| You’ll do it again
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| It’s part of growing up
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| Off the edge of the cliff goes the vehicle carrying something happy
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| Love is hard to grasp even when it’s easy
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| Tangible one day, unrecognisable the next day
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| If you look a little more closely
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| Then you’ll do it again Youngblood
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| You’ll do it again Youngblood
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| You’ll do it again
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| You’ll do it again
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| It’s part of growing up
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| Youngblood, remember me
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| Look up at love, don’t be careless with my heart of a boy
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| Look down on love, baby
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| From you what it destroys and erases
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| You’ll never know
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| If it comes or goes
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| So, don’t become
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| Before you whats been done
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| Moments vanish in eternity, open arms shut that bit more tightly
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| Our spirits vice tightening ever so slightly
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| And I still see your soft as sad eyes, vividly
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| Now its that time we physically separate
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| Then you’ll do it again Youngblood
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| You’ll do it again Youngblood
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| You’ll do it again
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| Do it again
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| It’s part of growing up
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| Then you’ll do it again Youngblood
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| You’ll do it again Youngblood
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| Then you’ll do it again
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| You’ll do it again
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| It’s part of growing up |