In the year of '55,
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When I was but a child,
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I felt the Lord settle on my shoulder.
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Now through those childish days,
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He will guide my guileless ways,
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Where I was young and I was sober.
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And in the year of '65,
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A troubled life and troubled times,
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And the Lord was standing on my shoulder.
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And I wished that life was other,
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Or that I could be another,
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But I was me and I was young and sober.
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And in the year of '75,
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Was when I sang myself alive,
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And the Lord sat whistling on my shoulder.
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So I stood up and I said,
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And that's when my life began,
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And I was young and sober.
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And in the year of '85,
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We watched a million starve and die,
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And the Lord perched like the vulture on my shoulder.
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So we sent some bread and water,
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Tried our best to stop the slaughter,
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And we were young and sober.
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But in the year of '95,
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I loved my faithless wife,
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And the Devil must have muttered on her shoulder.
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For she left me for another,
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Whom I once had thought my brother,
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And I grew drunk and older...
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Set in the year of '05
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With a beautiful new wife,
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And the lord just sat there smiling on her shoulders.
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So we drank from life's ?fresh? cup,
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Watched our children growing up,
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For she had made me once again young and sober.
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For I was young and sober.
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Young and Sober
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| Bob Geldof |
