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Yeah)(Sing a song, brother) |
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If the sun refused to shine, |
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I don't mind, |
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I don't mind.(Yeah) |
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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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Got my own world to live through |
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And I ain't gonna copy you. |
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Now, if 6 turned up to be 9, |
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I don't mind, |
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I don't mind. |
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If all the hippies cut off their hair, |
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I don't care, |
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I don't care. |
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Did, 'cos |
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I got my own world to live through |
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And I ain't gonna copy you. |
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White-collar conservatives 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 . . . |
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HIGH!Hah, hah |
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Falling mountains just don't fall on me |
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Point on mister |
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Buisnessman, |
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You can't dress like me. |
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Nobody know what |
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I'm talking about |
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I've got my own life to live |
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I'm the one that's gonna have to diewhen it's time for me to die |
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So let me live my life the way |
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I want to. |
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Yeah . . . |
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Sing on brother, |
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Play on brother . . . |
