(Charles Aznavour / Herbert Kretzmer)
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Spoken : Somehow, it seems the love I knew was always the most destructive kind
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Yesterday when I was young
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The taste of life was sweet
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As rain upon my tongue
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I teased at life as if it were a foolish game
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The way the evening breeze
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May tease the candle flame
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The thousand dreams I dreamed
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The splendid things I planned
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I always built to last on weak and shifting sand
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I lived by night and shunned the naked light of day
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And only now I see how the time ran away
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Yesterday when I was young
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So many lovely songs were waiting to be sung
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So many wild pleasures lay in store for me
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And so much pain my eyes refused to see
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I ran so fast that time and youth at last ran out
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I never stopped to think what life was all about
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And every conversation that I can now recall
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Concerned itself with me and nothing else at all
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The game of love I played with arrogance and pride
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And every flame I lit too quickly, quickly died
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The friends I made all somehow seemed to slip away
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And only now I'm left alone to end the play, yeah
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Oh, yesterday when I was young
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So many, many songs were waiting to be sung
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So many wild pleasures lay in store for me
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And so much pain my eyes refused to see
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There are so many songs in me that won't be sung
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I feel the bitter taste of tears upon my tongue
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The time has come for me to pay for yesterday
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When I was young
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Yesterday When I Was Young
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| Dusty Springfield |
