| He speaks of meekness being no sign of weakness
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| Gently placing the flower in the gun
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| Well intended pacifism, a naive idealism
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| Singing his favorite Lennon song
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| Bleeding heart insisting preach the path of least resisting
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| Milk and honey rolling off of his tongue
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| War is not the answer, turn the other cheek
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| And offer sacrificing on the altar of love, of love
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| Flower man, singing let’s all give peace a chance
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| Flower man keep your head buried in the sand
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| Flower man, youre my enemys best friend
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| Flower man, you misguided Utopian
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| Peace ain’t appeasing like its always the season
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| Never needing to weather the storm
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| Betting on your better angels, ignoring human nature
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| In truth, better to let it go
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| Lion and lamb lay in your land of make pretend
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| Forgetting every soldier and son
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| Lest you care to measure all the blood and the treasure
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| Must be something worth fighting for
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| No, is it worth fighting for?
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| Flower man, singing let’s all give peace a chance
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| Flower man keep your head buried in the sand
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| Flower man, youre my enemys best friend
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| Flower man, liberty is a well armed lamb
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| Ladies and gentlemen
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| I give you flower man
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| Love is on the way
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| Love is on the way
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| Or so they say
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| He speaks of meekness being no sign of weakness
|
| Gently placing the flower in the gun
|
| Well intended pacifism, a naive idealism
|
| Singing his favorite Lennon song
|
| Bleeding heart insisting, preach the path of least resisting
|
| Milk and honey rolling off of his tongue
|
| War is not he answer, turn the other cheek
|
| And offer sacrificing on the altar of love
|
| Flower man singing let’s all give peace a chance
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| Flower man, keep your head buried in the sand
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| Flower man youre my enemys best friend
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| Flower man, liberty is a well armed lamb |