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It's the sad goodbye
moments I remember
It's the bleak street, week kneed partings I
It's the mistier mists the hazier
The brighter sun and the easier
all the more reason for laughing and crying
When you're younger and isn't to hard at all

It's the fantastic
Of the afternoon
bored you to rages of tears
The pleadings
To waste all good times
In thoughts of middle-aged years
It's the vertical hold all the things you're told
For the everyday hero it all turns to
And all the more reason
For living or dying you're young
And your are all very small

Out here on the street we'd and meet
And up the sidewalk
endlessly restless feet
Half on the time broaden our minds
More in the pool
we did in the school hall
With the down chewing gum bums
Watching the life the lights and the fun

Never wanted to be the boy next
Always thought I'd be something
But it ain't easy for a town boy
It easy at all
Thinkin' it right and it wrong
It's from an arm chair
Waves of wash over my sleepiness
Have my eggs poached for I guess

I I'll be Clint Eastwood
Jimi he was good
try William the Conqueror
Now who else do I