Then you're in New York again with your oldest friend
And the basket of bread's still warm
And that's enough for me right now, anyway, at twenty-four
Oh, I know more than I ever have
And yet I know nothing at all
I'm a floating feather, I'm a constant cannonball (Cannonball)
I'm somebody's baby and someone else's midnight call (Midnight call)
I know more than I ever have and yet, nothing at all
Well, what do you know?
Suddenly, you're twenty-four
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