| Little Snow White, she was sleeping 24 hours a day
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| She’s got a right to be lazy, flat out of reasons to breathe
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| And it’s cold baby, yes it’s cold
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| But everything is relative can’t you see we’re living in
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| High times, dig the new domain
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| Living through high times, just don’t crash my spiritual plane
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| Little Snow White, she was hungry
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| Told her, 'Go out and graft for it'
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| At the end of the rainbow she was mind-blown
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| To be staring at a crock of shit
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| And it’s hard baby, yes it’s hard
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| But with a little intuition you can shift position in the
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| High times, touch the magic stone
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| Living through high times, pick up that spiritual phone
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| Frittering packs of refuseniks, too drunk to muster any contempt
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| Ten ways to relax on a cruise ship, one way to cover the rent
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| I’ve whored myself around enough to know, baby
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| You don’t come with the customers and smile when you’re spoken to in
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| High times, catch the cosmic vibe
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| Living through high times, hey, has Ginger Baker died?
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| Living through high times, my planet’s all out of line
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| Living through high times, man, just like '69 |