My Revolution Days

Oh Lord, I don't know what my mind is missing out on
My body is weaker every day
Oh Lord, I've got nothing left to scream and shout on
My resolve is withering away, withering away

The price you pay to be a younger man
Don't come cheap in a lawless land
Soon our pictures are relics in an attic
And the songs we played are yesterday's static

Oh Lord, I don't know what my mind is missing out on
My soul is starting to ascend
Oh Lord, I've got nothing left to scream and shout on
My revolution days are coming to an end, coming to an end

Oh Lord, I don't know what my mind is missing out on
My body is weaker every day
Oh Lord, I've got nothing left to scream and shout on
My resolve is withering away, withering away



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