| Wherever I go they call me by name
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| And that in itself is some kind of fame
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| I’m good for a laugh, and a drink, and a game
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| Wherever I go, they’re I’m glad that I came
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| The life that I live, I like it just fine
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| There’s music and romance and glamour and wine
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| And beautiful girls and some of them mine
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| But often my eyes see a different shine
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| Yesterday When I Was Young
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| 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 a 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, 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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| 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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| 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, 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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| Never saw the waste and emptiness beyond
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| The game of life 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 to 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 note 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 |