| I'm a hippie girl
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| And not for the better of the world
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| You haven't seen anything change
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| And no one got mad at it
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| The hippie grew louder
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| My husband became bald
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| But nothing else on the farm
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| The world is ruined
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| The boy just laughs
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| When a mutter germinates oats
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| «Hey moth, flower power
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| It was a hundred years ago over »
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| My child drinks just a cook
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| And not from Woodstock
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| Hear the desire
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| It 's a thing of the past
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| Why is everything beautiful so naive
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| And the market forces only drive
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| Why everything beautiful is just a joke
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| Happiness only tricks and kitsch
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| There were barrels before the wood, hippies of iron
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| Now they all have a beautiful grave
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| I put a flower on the grave
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| And I thrive on hope for even that
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| A man is building a kite
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| My son's army
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| «Weather and world peace
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| Which one do you grind anymore »
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| It's just a child
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| And already illusion-free
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| I have no change on the farm
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| The world is ruined
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| Why is everything beautiful so naive
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| And the market forces only drive
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| Why everything beautiful is just a joke
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| Happiness only tricks and kitsch
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| There were barrels before the wood, hippies of iron
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| Now they all have a beautiful grave
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| I put a flower on the grave
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| And I thrive on hope for even that
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| Why is everything beautiful so naive
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| And the market forces only drive
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| Why everything beautiful is just a joke
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| Happiness only tricks and kitsch
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| There were barrels before the wood, hippies of iron
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| Now they all have a beautiful grave
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| I put a flower on the grave
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| And I thrive on hope for even that
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| Why is everything beautiful so naive
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| Why everything beautiful is just a joke |