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Before My Time lyrics I know that hearts were loving Long before I was here And I'm not the first to ever cry In my bed or in my beer There were songs before there was radio Of love that stays and love that goes They were writing meloncholy tunes And tearful words that rhyme Before my time Before my time There were songs in old dusty books Of love thats always been Sweet lovers in their glory Who are now gone with the wind Old fashion love words spoken then Keep coming back around again Nothings changed except the names Their love burns just like mine Before my time Before my time And in the dim of yesterday I can clearly see That flesh and blood cried out to someone As it does in me And there was some old song that said I love you 'til I die Before my time Before my time But what the old time masters had Is what I feel for you Love is love and doesn't change In a century or two If someway they had seen and knew How it would be for me and you They'd wish for love like yours And they would wish for love like mine Before my time Before my time

Too Old To Rock 'n' Roll Too Young To Die lyrics The old Rocker wore his hair too long, wore his trouser cuffs too tight. Unfashionable to the end --- drank his ale too light. Death's head belt buckle --- yesterday's dreams --- the transport caf' prophet of doom. Ringing no change in his double-sewn seams in his post-war-babe gloom. Now he's too old to Rock'n'Roll but he's too young to die. He once owned a Harley Davidson and a Triumph Bonneville. Counted his friends in burned-out spark plugs and prays that he always will. But he's the last of the blue blood greaser boys all of his mates are doing time: married with three kids up by the ring road sold their souls straight down the line. And some of them own little sports cars and meet at the tennis club do's. For drinks on a Sunday --- work on Monday. They've thrown away their blue suede shoes. Now they're too old to Rock'n'Roll and they're too young to die. So the old Rocker gets out his bike to make a ton before he takes his leave. Up on the A1 by Scotch Corner just like it used to be. And as he flies --- tears in his eyes --- his wind-whipped words echo the final take and he hits the trunk road doing around 120 with no room left to brake. And he was too old to Rock'n'Roll but he was too young to die. No, you're never too old to Rock'n'Roll if you're too young to die.