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It's hard to tell you how I feel without hurting you |
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So try to think about yourself the way that I see you |
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Your life revolves around a force of oppression |
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And I won't deal with true blue devils of correction |
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Got no flowers for your gun, no hippychick |
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Won't make love to change your mind, no hippychick |
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No hippychick, no hip hip hip hip hip |
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Today we'll sit here drinking coffee in your incident room |
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Tonight you'll close the door and lock me in that bare bulb gloom |
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Love, it ain't something riding on a motorbike |
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And love, I stopped loving you since the miners' strike |
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Got no flowers for your gun, no hippychick |
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Won't make love to change your mind, no hippychick |
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No hippychick, no hip hip hip hip hip |
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It's hard, it's hard, it's hard, it's hard |
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No hippychick, no hip hip hip hip hip |
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No hippychick, no hip hip hip hip hip |
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No hippychick, no hip hip hip hip hip |
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No hippychick |
