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When I was young and radical I used to speak my mind They called me a fanatic and I told them they were blind But I'm older and I'm wiser since I've left those days behind I just haven't got a thing to say, anything to say No I haven't got a thing to say, anything to say When I was young and radical I put the country down And went in for dramatics as we tore it to the ground But I don't go in for showmanship since I've settled down I just sit and look the other way, look the other way I just sit and look the other way, look the other way I've got a couple mouths to feed, I have to pay the rent I struggle with my daily needs, there's no time for dissent And my only course of action is to write my president But he hasn't got a thing to say, anything to say No, he hasn't got a thing to say, anything to say And so I spend my latter days aging in the park Dreaming of the yesterdays that faded in the dark And through a crowd of passersby a bullet found its mark And as I lay there bleeding they just looked the other way And as I lay there dying they just looked the other way |
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