There's a place in the world for the angry young man
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With his working class ties and his radical plans
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He refuses to bend, he refuses to crawl
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He's always at home with his back to the wall.
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He's proud of his scars and the battles he's lost,
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He struggles and bleeds ¡®til he hangs on the cross
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And he likes to be knowns as the angry young man.
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Oh oh oh oh whoa whoa oh oh oh
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Give a moment or two to the angry young man,
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With his foot in his mouth and his heart in his hand.
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He's been stabbed in the back, he's been misunderstood,
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It's a comfort to know his intentions are good.
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He sits in a room with a lock on the door,
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With his maps and his medals laid out on the floor
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And he likes to be known as the angry young man.
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I believe I have passed the age
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Of consciousness and the righteous rage
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I found that just surviving was a noble fight.
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I once believed in causes too, I had my pointless point of view
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And life went on no matter who was wrong or right, ooh
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And there's always a place for the angry young man,
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With his fist in the air and his head in the sand.
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He's never been able to learn from mistakes,
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So he can't understand why his heart always breaks.
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His honor is pure and his courage as well,
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He's fair and he's true and he's boring as hell
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And he'll go to the grave as an angry old man.
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If there's always a place for the angry young man,
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With his working class ties and his radical plans
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He refuses to bend, he refuses to crawl,
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He's always at home with his back to the wall.
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He's proud of his scars and the battles he's lost,
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He struggles and bleeds as he hangs on the cross
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And he likes to be known as the angry young man.
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Whoa oh oh oh whoa whoa oh oh oh
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(Thank you. Good evening, good evening, everybody! New York, how are you doing? I was just told that I have to make an announcement or else, they¡¯re gonna turn the house lights on. Because y?I was supposed to make a no-smoking in the house, well I don¡¯t know?really don¡¯t know how it goes with a?cup it. Y¡¯know, cup it. Y¡¯know, the movie is on. Now we¡¯ll play if they turn the house lights on anyway at holding. We¡¯re, uh, yeah, Carnagie?we¡¯re recording this tonight, so, uh¡¦**chuckle**)
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Prelude/Angry Young Man (Live 1977)
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| Billy Joel |
