Yesterday when I was young
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The taste of life was sweet 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 may tease the candle flame
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A thousand dreams I dreamed
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The splendid things I planned
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I always built alas 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 years ran away
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Yesterday when I was young
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So many drinking songs were waiting to be sung
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So many wayward pleasures lay in store for me
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And so much pain my dazzled 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 I can now recall
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Concerned itself with me, me, me and nothing else at all
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Yesterday the moon was blue
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And every crazy day brought something new to do
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I used my magic age as if it were a wand
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That never saw the waste and emptiness beyond
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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 seemed somehow drift away
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And only I am left on stage to end the play
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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
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For yesterday....when I was young, young, young,......young
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Yesterday When I Was Young
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| Marc Almond |
