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i ca n recall the warm youth of a summer day, yeah
the sweetest lemonade, the darkest game arcade,
and billy had a yearning in the corner of his mind.
it m oved him secretly. it moved him powerfully.
but pres cien ce was lacking and the present was not all
and his aptitudes were carelessly wasted.
and chal leng ing life with the abandon of a fool
he s quan dered the hours of his day.
(Reprendre l'intro)
then darkness and disorder slapped him sharply in the face, yeah.
it hit him like a friend, struck something deep within.
he couldn't break the chain of slow decay that seemed to drag him
just like a fatal tie toward the other side.
and billy was a lunatic, just barking at the moon,
and his brain was totally wasted.
he then exchanged his friends for a needle and a spoon
and he threw his future away.
bolt the doo r and throw away the key.
your (di m)re flection is all that you can see.
so w here is the justice when no one is at fault
and a hu man life is tragically wasted ?
how frag ile is the flame that burns within us all
to l ight each passing day ?