| 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. |