Written by: Neil Young
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Fourteen junkies too weak to work One sells diamonds for what they're worth Down on pain street, disappointment lurks Son, don't be home too late Try to get back by eight Son, don't wait till the break of day 'Cause you know how time fades away Time fades away You know how time fades away All day presidents look out windows All night sentries watch the moonglow All are waiting till the time is right Son, don't be home too late Try to get back by eight Son, don't wait till the break of day 'Cause you know how time fades away Time fades away You know how time fades away Back in Canada I spent my days Riding subways through a haze I was handcuffed, I was born and raised Son, don't be home too late Try to get back by eight Son, don't wait till the break of day 'Cause you know how time fades away Time fades away You know how time fades away Thirteen junkies too weak to work One sells diamonds for what they're worth Down on pain street disappointment lurks Son, don't be home too late Try to get back by eight, eight Son, don't wait till the break of day 'Cause you know how time fades away Time fades away You know how time fades away Time fades away You know how time fades away

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