The young night was thirsty as I entered the back of the bar
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the smoke held the air, as the floating tables were scarred,
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in back of the counter the man asked "What can I do?"
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and all I could say was "One on the way, take it out of my youth."
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And the voice from the jukebox was singing much more than a song
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the magic of music picked up my mind and was gone
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caressed by a corner I sat in the shadows of blue
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my glass quickly drained, I called out the name
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said take it out of my youth.
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My eyes were drawn to the dancers forsaking their days
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swaying and swirling they shook with the passions of play
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in total abandon the freedom of frenzy it grew
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and just as before, I'll have one more
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and take it out of my youth.
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The women were wearing the paint that covered their frowns
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fluid and flowing and formed in the loose fitting gowns
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So I said to my friend, let's do it again
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and take it out of my youth.
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And the sounds were obscene as the wine-drop visions were blurred
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as the hours escaped to dungeons of wet empty words
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My mind was swimming in a sea too familiar to fool
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so I gave him the sign, just one more time
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and take it out of my youth.
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Now a toast to tomorrow as we dance on the fast rollin' logs
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and a toast to today as frustration is drowned in the fog
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lost to the world, lost to each other, it's true
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the signal was down, just one more round,
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and take it out of my youth.
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And the world disappeared as though shot with a warm whisky gun
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as proudly we played and frolicked in desperate fun
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the cold night was laughing and waiting outside of the room
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so here's where I'll stand and drink with the damned
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and take it out of my youth.
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Take It Out Of My Youth
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| Phil Ochs |
