| Go, hippie
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| Skip down the old road
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| Don’t even see me, do you at all
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| Some days you get so tired of hanging
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| Trying to deep-fry all your boredom
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| Big hippie
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| The day was so slow
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| And I can see you feel it too
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| Sometimes you wish you knew karate
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| Oh, the things that you could, like
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| Crossing in between greens
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| Just because you want to
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| Not because you ought to
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| Oh, how can you ever explain
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| They can never feel your pain
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| Neither can you
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| Mr. Crabtree
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| Sits in the window
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| He sees a lot, but he don’t know
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| That was you across the yard
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| Throwing brownies at his car
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| Sweet hippie
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| Keeping your head low
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| Around the car park you swing low
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| Some days it all falls down around you
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| Some days you fall down in the snow, while
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| Crossing in between greens
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| Just because you want to
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| Not because you ought to
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| Oh, how can you ever explain
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| They can never feel your pain
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| Neither can you |