Monday morning we already trowing punches.
This time i'll satand my ground.
Cause lately it feels like all i do is surrender.
But it dont stop you from hunting me down.
Tangled up inside i've been running in this circles.
Would somebody point me down the line.
No use in retriving what's already been broken.
So hold on to what you may find.
Oh o o So much i ment for you to hold
Ho o o old Heartache can make a young man old.
I was fadding we both driffting in silence,
Whats the use in holding on.
Temtation teasses like the tip of my fingers.
Theres always somebody elses song. yeah
Is this the only way,
Your story isnt writen son.
So i turn the page.
For something strong to wash it down.
Somebody say
Oh o o ...
Uuuu
Late in the evening all our words have been spoken.
Cant we just put it to rest.
Leaving me here until its all been forgoten.
Its just another one of lifes little tests.
Cause 50 years from now our bodies are broken.
Maybe we are up n the sky.
Rain will fall as our tears up in heaven.
No one could say we never tryed. Yeah
Its to much fighting and to much needing.
To much hurting and not enough healing.
To much screeming and to much crying.
To much dreaming and not enough flyiiiing.
Right over the hills i know theres a fraightrain running,
And its calling me on, calling me oon.
I am going to pack my bags and leave today
Already said all i needed to say.
Heartache, heartache will make a young man graaaayyyy yeah
Heeeeeee. eeeeee .eeee
Somebody say oooooo hhoooo
Heartache will make a young man old.
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