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You're howling, abyss-eyed and brokenYou're perverted, ungracefully drunkBut there's nobody left in the West these daysWronged enough to be a punkDoomed youth, you're so beautifulYou never learn to be suspicious of the stonesThat look too precious to be trueLike you, doomed youthThe spit at the edge of your mouthThe stain at the crotch of your jeansThe three inch bruise at the crook of your armThat in the right light looks like JesusThe smirk you can't hide when you cryThe care in the knot of your tieIt's really not that hard to stay aliveWhen you're 25,doomed youthAh, doomed youth (x3)Your party and your revolutionYour grand designs and adorable dreamsYour silverless palms and your list of demandsFor concessions the world doesn't needAh doomed youth, you're too beautifulAll your simplicities that you know they can't seeLike you can do, doomed youthSongtexteAnd everything's different latelyAnd it's all exactly the sameWe know secrets and songs and temptationWe know how things burn when you don't watch the flameAnd the colours are hazy and fadedThe ideas given way to the namesWe are miners no more, never torn by warNeither starving nor struggling nor credibly poorAh doomed youth (x3) Aus Songtexte Mania