| 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 Fall mountains, just don’t fall on me Go ahead on Mr. Business man, you can’t dress like me.
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| Sing on Brother, play on drummer |