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When I was a young boy |
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I lived for rock 'n' roll |
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Spent our time playing gigs |
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And traveling on the road |
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And we didn't have much money |
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And the gigs were sometimes rough |
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Playing music for the people |
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Seemed to be enough |
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And the music is so sweet |
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That it makes me tap my feet |
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And my mind is very high |
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I can almost touch the sky |
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Now I am a young man |
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Dressed in sparkling colored clothes |
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A country house and sixty acres |
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Are a heavy load |
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And we still have no money |
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But we have some nice things |
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Possession is, possessions are |
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The trait that money brings |
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And the snowflakes are so sweet |
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As they fall around our feet |
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And my mind is very high |
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I can almost feel the sky |
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Now I am an old man |
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Know exactly what to do |
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Never ask a question |
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Or ever give an answer to you |
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And when you pass me by |
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And you drop a penny in my hat |
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Don't feel sorry on my account |
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'Cause life can be like that |
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And the music is so sweet |
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That it makes me tap my feet |
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And my mind is very high |
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I can almost feel the sky |
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And the river rolls along |
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Like a never ever ending song |
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And the river rolls along |
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Like a never ever ending song |
