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You look pretty |
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in your fancy dress |
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But I detect unhappiness. |
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You never speak |
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so I have to guess |
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You're not free. |
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Yeah, maybe when |
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you're old enough |
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You'll realize that |
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you're not so though. |
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And some days |
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the seas get rough, |
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You'll see. |
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You're too young |
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to have it figured out. |
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You think you know |
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what you're talkin about. |
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You think it all |
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will work itself out, |
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But we'll see. |
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When I was young |
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I thought I knew, |
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You probably think |
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you know too. |
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Do you? |
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Well, do you? |
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I was naive just like you, |
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I thought |
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I knew exactly |
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what I wanted to do. |
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Well, what you gonna do? |
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What a fool. |
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And how've you |
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gotten by so far |
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Without a head |
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and no visible scar? |
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No one knowin |
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who you really are, |
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They can't see. |
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What you gonna do? |
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What you gonna do now? |
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What you gonna do now? |
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The only way you'll |
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ever learn a thing |
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Is to admit that you know |
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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 |
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chance to speak freely. |
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Oh, freely. |
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Maybe when you're old enough |
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Maybe when you're old enough |
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Maybe when you're old enough |
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You're not free. |
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You're not free. |