| In youth we think too little
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| In age we think too much
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| In youth, of what’s to come
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| In age of what we’ve lost
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| So never live today
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| And that’s the curse of our lives
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| We wish our lives away
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| With time, the faint horizon
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| Comes clearer by the day
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| For some, it’s far too soon
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| Whilst others cannot wait
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| And all men need distraction
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| And some men need their gods
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| For without these diversions
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| Then everything is lost
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| In life we carve the land up That is not ours to carve
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| We cannot take it with us But cut the greater half
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| And herein lies the problem
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| And herein lies the blame
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| You enter life with nothing
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| You leave it with the same |