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I, I tell you now the summer's dry
I sweat my brow and wipe my hair when I do
I could wear a shirt and tie everyday
The diamond eyes are not the treasure they say
Where's the 'catcher in the rye' anyway
O the tragedy
Young rebels in their glory - misunderstood
Such a calamity
It's obvious the babes do steal the wood
Another angry young man they say
So sad that he lost his way
Another angry young man they say
O the youth how they drift away
I, I tell you now the summer's high
The forward cast of windswept dreams in the air
I will run close to the edge - every time
Between the wedge there lies a passion that's born
I said a passion that's born - born
O the tragedy
Of unsung heroes searching for their cause
Such a calamity
The unrequited rebel without applause
Another angry young man they say
So sad that he lost his way
Another angry young man they say
O the youth how they drift away
O the tragedy
Young rebels in their glory - misunderstood
Such a calamity
It's obvious the babes do steal the wood
Another angry young man they say
So sad that he lost his way
Another angry young man they say
O the youth how they drift away, say
Another angry young man they say
I, I tell you now the summer's dry
I tell you now the summer's dry.
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