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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There, 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 all will 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's you gonna do?
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What a fool
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And how have you gotten by so far
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Without a head and no visible scar?
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No one knowin' who you really are
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They can't see
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What's you gonna do (what's you gonna do)
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What's you gonna do now
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What's you gonna do (what's you gonna do)
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What's you gonna do now
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What's you gonna do (what's you gonna do)
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What's you gonna do now
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What's you gonna do (what's you gonna do)
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What's you gonna do now
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What's you gonna do now
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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
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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
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Old Enough
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| The Raconteurs |
