We will be young someday
With under his glasses the black night
With breath shorter than a stub
Slapping ourselves in fear

We will be young someday
With fewer parts to play
With more hair to color
With less road under the soles

We will be young someday
We will be young
We will be young someday
We will be young
We will go out on Tuesday
Without clutter in the head
We will go out on Tuesday
Without clutter in the head (ohi)

We will be young someday
To make love to whomever we like
Asking parents for money
And going to concerts to rant

We will be young someday
Without the concept of becoming
Without fear, without opinion
Jumping head first and falling on your feet

We will be young someday
We will be young
We will be young someday
We will be young
We will go out on Tuesday
Without clutter in the head

You don't get tired of crying
You don't tire of digesting
Today is the saddest day of the year
Today is the saddest day of the year

You don't get tired of walking
You don't tire of digesting
Today is the saddest day of the year
Today is the saddest day of the year

Till Luck Do Us Part
Until the day is clear
Today is the saddest day of the year
Today is the saddest day of the year

Till Luck Do Us Part
Until the day is clear
Today is the saddest day of the year
Today is the saddest day of the year

We will go out on Tuesday
Without clutter in the head

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