| Well, I heard an old man say, «Youth's lost on the young»
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| If I had I known what I know today
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| I would have lived my life like a smoking gun
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| But I saved it up for a rainy day
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| And I’m still waiting for that day to come
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| You only know that you had it when it’s gone
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| But it’s something I can’t say
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| Though it’s there on the tip of my tongue
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| It’s something I can’t change
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| For you can’t stop a sailing sun
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| And I wanna scream it at the top of my lungs
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| But it’s something I can’t say
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| Though it’s on the tip of my tongue
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| It’s on the tip of my tongue
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| Well, I heard a young man say, «The truth’s lost on the old»
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| All I have is how I feel today
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| No matter what I’m told and what I’m told
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| So I saved it up for a rainy day
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| Even though that day may never come
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| And I won’t know that I had it 'til it’s gone, oh
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| But it’s something I can’t say
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| Though it’s there on the tip of my tongue
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| It’s something I can’t change
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| For you can’t stop a sailing sun
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| And I wanna scream it at the top of my lungs
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| It’s something I can’t say
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| Though it’s on the tip of my tongue
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| Oh, woah, on the tip of my tongue
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| Hey, on the tip of my tongue, woah
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| Oh, on the tip of my tongue |