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All God's children give good phone |
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I called Jesus, he's not home so |
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I'm so pleased to talk to you |
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Trees and walks, I love them too |
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Threatened species, they adore me |
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Flower children never bore me |
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But all the things you share are |
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Better left unsaid |
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When you can give me head |
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And run your fingers through my hair |
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, You could be the one |
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We can meditate |
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, you could be the one |
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Let's call it fate |
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, you could be the one |
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To get your flowers pressed |
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, you could be the one |
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Just get undressed |
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I'm so glad to find you here |
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Mystic people, they're so dear |
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I don't like the rest, your sign's the best |
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Whatever it is I'm most impressed |
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I don't need to understand |
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The laying on of hands |
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I'm in a hurry to get my karma straight |
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'Cause life is short and I can't wait |
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But don't worry about the state |
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Of this pretty little thing in the armour plate |
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, You could be the one |
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We can meditate |
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, you could be the one |
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Let's call it fate |
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, you could be the one |
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To get your flowers pressed |
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, you could be the one |
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Just get undressed |
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I'm so pleased that you believe |
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Now open up a little let the good times heave |
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We're going for a ride |
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Destiny can't be denied |
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But all those precious things are better left unsaid |
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When you can give me hair |
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And run your fingers though my head |
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, You could be the one |
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We can meditate |
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, you could be the one |
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Let's call it fate |
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, you could be the one |
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To get your flowers pressed |
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, you could be the one |
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Just get undressed |
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Love |
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Is all you need. |
