| I wake up one morning and it’s passed you by
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| You don’t know when and you don’t know why
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| I feel like an old memory hangin' round
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| And man, we’ve got to face it, it’s a young man’s town
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| I knew this day was comin' all along
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| Some why bitch an' moan and say they done you wrong
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| Just teach 'em what you know and pass it on down
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| 'Cause man, you gotta face it, it’s a young man’s town
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| It’s a young man’s town
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| Full of young man’s dreams
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| And all God’s children gotta learn to spread their wings
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| And sometimes you gotta stand back
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| And watch 'em burn it to the ground
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| Even though you built it, it’s a young man’s town
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| You always seem to be the last to know
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| Man, that’s just the way that the story goes
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| There’s nothin' you can do when the fields have turned brown
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| An' man, you gotta face it, it’s a young man’s town
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| Sometimes you gotta stand back
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| And watch 'em burn it to the ground
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| Even though you built it, it’s a young man’s town
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| It’s a young man’s town |