| I stole a flower from a hippie
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| And I stole it just for you, baby!
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| A pretty little flower, a friendly nice hippie
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| And I stole it just for you
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| He smiled and he waved at me
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| As I slowly walked away
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| Then he picked two more flowers from the karma library
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| I stole some money from a bank
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| And I stole it just for you
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| A sack fulla dollars from a city bank
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| And I stole it baby, just for you
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| I give you everything I got cause sweetheart, I love you
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| The bank rips off third world children and people like me and you
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| Maybe I’m just going out of my mind uh- huh
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| Or maybe I’m just really right on time uh- huh
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| Every little flower growing in the garden I’ll give to you
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| There’s gonna be some real sad bankers before I’m through
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| I stole a flower from a hippie
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| And I stole it baby, just for you
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| A pretty little flower, a friendly nice hippie
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| And I stole it just for you |