| Oh youth, is wasted on the young
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| I’ve been hearing this lately
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| Rolling off my tongue
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| So, my ground is in the past
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| So listen up closely: This could be my last
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| Does it matter what my age is, Lord?
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| Am I the dust from the swept up floor?
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| I had a song for the ages
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| Forgotten in the pages
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| Come here. |
| I’ve got something to say
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| If you’ve heard it already
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| You can go out and play
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| So, I’ll look you in the eyes
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| So, now you’re all near me;
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| There’s no need to cry
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| Does it matter what my age is, Lord?
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| Am I the dust from the swept up floor?
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| I had a song for the ages
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| Forgotten in the pages |