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[Strophe]Gm CYesterday when I was youngF BbThe taste of life was sweet as rain upon my tongueGm AI teased at life as if it were a foolish gameDmThe way the evening breeze may tease a candle flame.[Strophe]Gm CThe thousand dreams I dreamed, the splendid things I plannedF BbI always built, alas, on weak and shifting sandGm AI lived by night and shunned the naked light of dayDmAnd only now I see how the years ran away[Refrain]Bb CYesterday, when I was youngF BbSo many drinking songs were waiting to be sungGm ASo many wayward pleasures lay in store for meDmAnd so much pain my dazzled eyes refused to seeBb CI ran so fast that time and youth at last ran outF BbI never stopped to think what life was all aboutGm AAnd every conversation I can now recallDmConcerned itself with me, me and nothing else at all.[Strophe]Gm CYesterday the moon was blueF BbAnd every crazy day brought something new to doGm AI used my magic age as if it were a wandDmAnd never saw the waste and emptiness beyond.[Strophe]Dm Gm CThe game of love I played with arrogance and prideF BbAnd every flame I lit too quickly, quickly died.Gm AThe friends I made all seemed somehow to drift awayDmAnd only I am left on stage to end the play.[Outro]Bb CThere are so many songs in me that won't be sungF BbI feel the bitter taste of tears upon my tongueGm AThe time has come for me to pay for yesterdayDmWhen I was...youngAYoungDmYoung