It used to be home
And these streets are the streets that I roamed
When I was young in the days of bare feet and sun
I walk home again in the pouring rain
And the sky is blacker than coal
But I'm far away on a sunny day
And the memory of when I was young
When I was young
I work to survive
It's the one thing in life I despise
The nine to five is a scrapyard of broken lives
I walk home again in the pouring rain
And the sky is blacker than coal
But I'm far away on a sunny day
And the memory of when I was young
When I was young
It's not just history or the mystery of nostalgia
But I've been overtime on the working line everyday
When I was young
When I Was Young Video (MV)
Performed By: The Colour Wheel
Language: English
Length: 2:51
Written by: John McGuire, Mike Kinsella
The Colour Wheel - When I Was Young Lyrics
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It used to be home
And these streets are the streets that I roamed
When I was young in the days of bare feet and sun
I walk home again in the pouring rain
And the sky is blacker than coal
But I'm far away on a sunny day
And the memory of when I was young
When I was young
I work to survive
It's the one thing in life I despise
The nine to five is a scrapyard of broken lives
I walk home again in the pouring rain
And the sky is blacker than coal
But I'm far away on a sunny day
And the memory of when I was young
When I was young
It's not just history or the mystery of nostalgia
But I've been overtime on the working line everyday
When I was young
And these streets are the streets that I roamed
When I was young in the days of bare feet and sun
I walk home again in the pouring rain
And the sky is blacker than coal
But I'm far away on a sunny day
And the memory of when I was young
When I was young
I work to survive
It's the one thing in life I despise
The nine to five is a scrapyard of broken lives
I walk home again in the pouring rain
And the sky is blacker than coal
But I'm far away on a sunny day
And the memory of when I was young
When I was young
It's not just history or the mystery of nostalgia
But I've been overtime on the working line everyday
When I was young
Writer: John McGuire, Mike Kinsella
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