You're pink, you're young, you're middle-class
They say it doesn't matter
Fifteen blue shirts and womanly hands
You're shootin' up the ladder

Your mind is racing like a pro now
Oh my god, it doesn't mean a lot to you
One time, you were a glowing young ruffian
Oh my god, it was a million years ago

Sometimes you get up and bake a cake or something
Sometimes you stay in bed
Sometimes you go, la, di, da, di, da, di, da, da
Until your eyes roll back into your head

Your mind is racing like a pro now
Oh my god, it doesn't mean a lot to you
One time, you were a glowing young ruffian
Oh my god, it was a million years ago

You're dumbstruck, baby
You're dumbstruck, baby, now you know
You're dumbstruck, baby
You're dumbstruck, baby, now you know

Your mind is racing like a pro now
Oh my god, it doesn't mean a lot to you
One time, you were a glowing young ruffian
Oh my god, it was a million years ago

You're dumbstruck, baby
You're dumbstruck, baby, now you know
You're dumbstruck, baby
You're dumbstruck, baby, now you know
You're dumbstruck, baby


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Racing Like a Pro Lyrics as written by Bryce D. Dessner Aaron B. Dessner

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    I got a similar thing, at least for parts of it. Thoughts stopping someone from sleeping - sometimes you get desperate and just go la di la di da to shut it out.

    danthon April 10, 2013   Link

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