Why is youth always wasted on the young
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Why does youth soon arrive and then it's gone
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Why is youth always wasted on the young
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From the outside looking in
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I see my youth, see where I've been
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I have wisdom, I'm a sage
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In this body that has aged
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In the beauty that is youth
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There's a conflict what to do
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Way back then I couldn't know
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That my youth was on loan
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I was different, I was bold
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I got blasted, I got stoned
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And I thought it was a joke
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That I was born out of my folks
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Why is youth always wasted on the young
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Why does youth soon arrive and then it's gone
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Why is youth always wasted on the young
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When I was nearly twenty one
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And my youth had almost gone
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Why did the best years of my life
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Lead to anger, fear and strife
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Way back then I might have said
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'Leave me alone, leave me in bed'
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'Go and boil your stupid head'
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'I want to screw myself to death'
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While I was busy getting high
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Glorious years were flying by
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And any wisdom that I faked
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Caused mistake upon mistake
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Why is youth always wasted on the young
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Why is youth very strange and then it's gone
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Why is youth always wasted, fruit barely tasted
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Why is youth always wasted on the young
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I dreamed that the world was there for me
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But the world did not agree
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Yeah those years
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All the anger, pain and tears
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Couldn't hold me, or control me
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In those days, yeah those days
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I was violent, I was proud
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Had to stand out in a crowd
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I was right, and I would fight
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That reality that bites
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Blinked an eye and then I grew
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A body beautiful and new
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I'll never die, that is for you
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Such is the arrogance of youth
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Why is youth always wasted on the young
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Why does youth soon arrive and then it's gone
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Why is youth always wasted, fruit barely tasted
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I was young, I was wasted in my youth
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(spoken:)
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As the teenage eventually ages
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Like the Incredible Hulk in one of his rages
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The kid that's confused and barely grown
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Is blasted off into the great unknown
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Now in the miracle that is life
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We may grow older, wiser, bolder
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But God says that it's a miracle too far
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To put an old head on younger shoulders
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So I guess we'll have to get older
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Words & Music by James Whild Lea
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Published 2007 by Jim Lea Music Limited
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Produced & Arranged by James Whild Lea for Jim Jam Records
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Thanks to Sladest
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Why Is Youth Wasted On The Young
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| James Whild Lea |
