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If the sun refuse to shine, |
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I don't mind, I don't mind, |
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If the mountains fell in the sea, |
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Let it be, it ain't me. |
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Alright, 'cos I got my own world to look through, |
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And I ain't gonna copy you. |
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Now if 6 turned out to be 9, |
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I don't mind, I don't mind, |
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Alright, if all the hippies cut off all their hair, |
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I don't care, I don't care. |
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Dig, 'cos I got my own world to live through |
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And I ain't gonna copy you. |
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White collared conservative flashing down the street, |
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Pointing their plastic finger at me. |
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They're hoping soon my kind will drop and die, |
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But I'm gonna wave my freak flag high, high. |
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Wave on, wave on |
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Fall mountains, just don't fall on me |
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Go ahead on Mr. Business man, you can't dress like me. |
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Sing on Brother, play on drummer |
