RadiantSam

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Yesterday when i was young
The taste of life was sweet as rain upon my tongue
I teased at life as if it were a foolish game
The way the evening breeze may tease the candle flame
A thousand dreams i dreamed
The splendid things i planned
I always built alas on weak and shifting sand
I lived by night and shunned the naked light of day
And only now i see how the years ran away
Yesterday when i was young
So many drinking songs were waiting to be sung
So many wayward pleasures lay in store for me
And so much pain my dazzled eyes refused to see
I ran so fast that time and youth at last ran out
I never stopped to think what life was all about
And every conversation i can now recall
Concerned itself with me, me, me and nothing else at all
Yesterday the moon was blue
And every crazy day brought something new to do
I used my magic age as if it were a wand
That never saw the waste and emptiness beyond
The game of love i played with arrogance and pride
And every flame i lit too quickly quickly died
The friends i made all seemed somehow drift away
And only i am left on stage to end the play
There are so many songs in me that won't be sung
I feel the bitter taste of tears upon my tongue
The time has come for me to pay
For yesterday....when i was young, young, young,......young

I wish you'd unclench your fists
And unpack your suitcase
Lately there's been too much of this
Dont think its too late

I feel I know you
I don't know how
I don't know why

I see you feel for me
You cried with me
You would die for me

I know I need you
I want you
To be free of all the pain
You have inside

You cannot hide
I know you tried
To be who you couldn't be
You tried to see inside of me

And now i'm leaving you
I don't want to go
Away from you

Please try to understand
Take my hand
Be free of all the pain
You hold inside

You cannot hide
I know you tried
To feel...

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How many roads must a man walk down, before they call him a man
How many seas must a white dove sail, before she sleeps in the sand
How many times must the cannonballs fly, before they are forever banned

The answer, my friend, is blowing in the wind
The answer is blowing in the wind

How many years must a mountain exist, before it is washed to the sea
How many years can some people exist, before they're allowed to be free
"How many times can a man turn his head, and pretend that he just doesn't see"

How many times must a man look up, before he can see the sky

How many years must one man have, before he can hear people cry
How many deaths will it take till he knows, that too many people have died