| Damn all those people who don’t lose control
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| Who will never take a foot out of life
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| You might not think that I care—but you don’t know what I know
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| And damn all those hippies who stomp empty-footed
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| Upon all what’s good, or what’s pure in the world
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| You might not think that I care—but you don’t know what I know
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| And bless all those mothers who do all they can
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| Just to take their faults out of the line
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| I might not know what it’s like—but I’m glad that you know
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| Give me a minute there—just a minute now
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| It’ll come back to me
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| I was so sure, but you, free-wheelin' troubadour
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| You took my mind off the scene
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| And you know what I know, and I know that I know that you know
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| You asked me blind once
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| If I was a child once
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| And I said I’m really not sure
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| How can you know
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| How can you know
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| What it is you don’t know
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| We were a pair once of such despair, oh
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| We were a child then, I’m sure
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| If we were a child then
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| We are children no more
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| Give me a minute there—just a minute now
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| It’ll come back to me
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| I was so sure, but you, free-wheeling troubadour
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| You took my mind off the scene
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| And you know and I know and I know
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| I know that you know
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| You know, you know, you know, and I know that you know |