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You look pretty in your fancy dress |
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But I detect unhappiness |
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You never speak so I have to guess |
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You're not free |
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Dear, maybe when you're old enough |
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You'll realize that you're not so tough |
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And some days the seas get rough |
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And you'll see |
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You're too young to have it figured out |
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You think you know what you're talking about |
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You think it will all work itself out |
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But we'll see |
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When I was young, I thought I knew |
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You probably think you know, too |
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Do you? Well, do you? |
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I was naive just like you, I thought |
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I knew exactly what I wanted to do |
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Well, what you gonna do? What a fool |
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And how have you gotten by so far |
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Without having no visible scar |
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Knowing, knowing who you really are |
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That can't see |
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What you gonna do? What you gonna do now? |
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What you gonna do? What you gonna do now? |
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What you gonna do? What you gonna do now? |
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What you gonna do? What you gonna do now? |
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What you gonna do now? Yeah |
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The only way you'll ever learn a thing |
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Is to admit that you know absolutely nothing |
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Oh, nothing |
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Think about this carefully |
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You might not get another chance to speak freely |
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Oh, freely, yeah |
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Baby, when you're old enough |
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Baby, when you're old enough |
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Baby, when you're old enough |
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You're not free, yeah, you're not free |
