Jez Lowe and The Bad Pennies
a call for the north country
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Oh youth, is wasted on the young. Iâve been hearing this lately rolling off my tongue. So, my ground is in the past, so listen up closely: This could be my last.
Does it matter what my age is, Lord? Am I the dust from the swept up floor? I had a song for the ages, forgotten in the pages.
Come here. Iâve got something to say. If youâve heard it already, you can go out and play. So, Iâll look you in the eyes. So, now youâre all near me; thereâs no need to cry.
Does it matter what my age is, Lord? Am I the dust from the swept up floor? I had a song for the ages, forgotten in the pages.