Chords for Billy Joel - Prelude / Angry Young Man (Audio)

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_ _ _ _ There's a place in the world for the angry young man
With his working class eyes and his radical plan
He refuses to bend, he refuses to crawl And he's always at home with his back to
the wall And he's proud of his scars and the battles
he's fought And he's proud to be pleased as he hangs
on a cross And he likes to be known as the angry young
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_ _ _ _ _ _ Give a moment or two to the angry young man
With his foot in his mouth and his heart in his hand
The stab in the back, he's been misunderstood It's a comfort to know his intentions are
good And he sits in a room with a lock on the door
With his knapsack and his medals laid out on the floor
And he likes to be known as the angry young man _
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I believe I've passed the age of consciousness and righteous rage
I found that just surviving was a noble plight _ _ _ I once believed in causes too, I've had my
pointless point of view And life went on no matter who was wrong or right
_ _ _ Oh, _ _ and there's always a place for the angry young man
With his fist in the air and his head in the sand
And he's never been able to learn from his mistakes
So he can understand why his heart always breaks
And his honor is pure and his courage is well
And he's fair and he's true and he's boring as hell
And he'll go to the grave as an angry old man _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ There's always a place for the angry young man
With his working class ties and his radical plans
He refuses to fend, he refuses to crawl And he's always at home with his back to
the wall And he's proud of his scars and the battles
he's fought And he's proud to be pleased as he hangs
on his cross And he likes to be known as the angry young man _ _ _
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