We were born with the lust for freedom
Much too young and wild to tame
Free at heart, born to be a rebel
And the world was ours to claim
Were it days? Were it weeks?
It feels like yesterday…
All those years – where have they gone?
Blood, sweat and tears and now we’re too old for dying young
Time takes its toll, waiting for none
And now we’re too old for dying young
Looking back on all the things we’ve been trough
Stories of those days long past
Enjoy your life, the time that’s given to you
Causе the wheel of time turns fast
Werе it days? Were it weeks?
It feels like yesterday…
All those years – where have they gone?
Blood, sweat and tears and now we’re too old for dying young
Time takes its toll, waiting for none
And now we’re too old for dying young
Time flies by as you will see, so hold onto every breath
Don’t you fear to die one day, fear to die before your death
Old man, stand up, do it one more time
All those years – where have they gone?
Blood, sweat and tears and now we’re too old for dying young
Time’s on our side, nearly outrun
And though we’re too old for dying young
I’m not already done
… not already done!
Much too young and wild to tame
Free at heart, born to be a rebel
And the world was ours to claim
Were it days? Were it weeks?
It feels like yesterday…
All those years – where have they gone?
Blood, sweat and tears and now we’re too old for dying young
Time takes its toll, waiting for none
And now we’re too old for dying young
Looking back on all the things we’ve been trough
Stories of those days long past
Enjoy your life, the time that’s given to you
Causе the wheel of time turns fast
Werе it days? Were it weeks?
It feels like yesterday…
All those years – where have they gone?
Blood, sweat and tears and now we’re too old for dying young
Time takes its toll, waiting for none
And now we’re too old for dying young
Time flies by as you will see, so hold onto every breath
Don’t you fear to die one day, fear to die before your death
Old man, stand up, do it one more time
All those years – where have they gone?
Blood, sweat and tears and now we’re too old for dying young
Time’s on our side, nearly outrun
And though we’re too old for dying young
I’m not already done
… not already done!
( Steelpreacher )
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