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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.