| Don’t these soldiers look so funny wearing flowers in their hair?
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| Poor little flower child, wild eyes and crazy hair
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| Running around in search of love, he can’t find that anywhere
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| Give him flowers
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| Flowers
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| What’s wrong with you?
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| What’s going on in me?
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| I tried to walk on water, but the ocean was too rough
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| The crystal ship it overflowed and the going was too tough
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| We need flowers
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| Flowers
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| What’s wrong with you?
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| They’re missing up our world
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| Where were all the soldiers gone?
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| Long time passing, dying in walls everywhere
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| I heard back in '65 they wore flowers in their hair
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| In a place called San Francisco, I think I’ll go there
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| What the world needs now is so much love
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| It’s the only thing that it just
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| Too little love
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| What’s wrong with this world?
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| What’s going on in this world?
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| Soldiers fighting a war
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| They’ve got hatred in their eyes
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| Violence is the living
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| Our irruence their whole lives
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| They need flowers
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| Flowers
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| What’s wrong with you?
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| What’s going on inside me?
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| Build me a wall of love that’s high
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| Build me a wall
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| What’s wrong with this place?
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| We’re missing up our world
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| Young boys wearing crew cuts
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| They’ve got anger in their eyes
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| Violence is their language
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| And they’re missing up their drives
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| They need flowers
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| Flowers
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| What’s wrong with this world, daddy?
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| Oh, what’s wrong with this world, mother?
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| Oh, what’s wrong with this world, father?
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| What is?
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| What’s wrong with this world, brother?
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| We need flowers
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| Flowers, Oh, don’t we need flowers?
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| Flowers… |