When They Were Young Songtext

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When They Were Young Songtext
It’s too late, lock out the patrons
Stumbling down our crowded staircase.
Look at that guy dressed to the nines
He’s failed today, it’s painted on his face.
Past that face stands a young professional
Man with his girl propped up against the wall
Planning to make this their great night
And polish off a glass of red wine.

Oh my god is this how we spend it
We could expire. It’s life so defend it.
Are we too late, are we too late.
I wouldn’t know I’m quite ok.

Lonesome gaze extends from a pair of
Well crafted eyes belonging to a girl that
Never looked back since she was burned
By a lad who never fully matured
She observes a tall slender girl with a
Man on each arm, caught in a corner
Wondering which guy should come home
They both can’t wait.

I wait and watch as people segregate themselves apart from all
The ones that gave them a bad complex when they were young.
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