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Young and free, young and free |
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How I feel in your company |
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If only yesterday |
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I'd hesitate to say |
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What would become of me |
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Young and free, young and free |
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Know too much, know too much |
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Keeps you old and gray |
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And out of touch |
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My words, too quick to sound |
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The arms are slow to fold around |
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A knowing touch |
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Young and free, young and free |
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The clock alarms, the day begins |
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The lady charms, the money spends |
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She's trying on, the satin shoes |
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She wants to fly to Baton Rouge |
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Ah, the clock alarms, the day begins |
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The lady charms, the money spends |
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She wants to buy, the satin shoes |
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She wants to fly to Baton Rouge |
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Autumn day, autumn day |
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Leaves like birds |
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Up and flown away |
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Here's to days I used to wake up dead |
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Alone, stay in bed |
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The curtains drawn all day |
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Young and free, young and free |
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Young and free, young and free. |
