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each day the light gets born and from the body of the night, i'm torn into the blaze of the sunlit morn i'm thrown
so i do what i can with a beating heart and my own two hands and a thirst to understand this show
and in the halls i hear it sung: that youth is wasted on the young and these are words that can weigh a ton, you know
but one day you'll know what they meant, when you wonder where the wonder went and all the world is sinking like a stone
We are the lucky ones: your mothers' daughters, your fathers' sons
Don't you grow old before your time
We are the holy rollers, who take this weight upon our shoulders
And make the best out of life
each night the darkness dawns and from the troubles of the day i'm drawn
into the solace of the quiet song that grows in everything i hear and see
and through the smoke in the air i breathe and over arms that cover me like home
and on the streets when you hear it said
our last hopes have long been dead (that's just the noise ringing in your head, you know)
oh
so i do what i can with a beating heart and my own two hands and a thirst to understand this show
and in the halls i hear it sung: that youth is wasted on the young and these are words that can weigh a ton, you know
but one day you'll know what they meant, when you wonder where the wonder went and all the world is sinking like a stone
We are the lucky ones: your mothers' daughters, your fathers' sons
Don't you grow old before your time
We are the holy rollers, who take this weight upon our shoulders
And make the best out of life
each night the darkness dawns and from the troubles of the day i'm drawn
into the solace of the quiet song that grows in everything i hear and see
and through the smoke in the air i breathe and over arms that cover me like home
and on the streets when you hear it said
our last hopes have long been dead (that's just the noise ringing in your head, you know)
oh