| Come, come, O' brothers and sisters
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| All who wanna smoke the ganja of love
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| Rolling up our spliffs and twisters
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| We’re rocking out until we get enough
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| Dance, dance, 'til your feet may blister
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| Kick off your shoes when they start to rub
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| Sing, sing, O' brothers and sisters
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| We’re sounding higher than the angels above
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| Tell me, can you really get higher on anything else
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| Tell me, can you really get higher on anything else
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| Like the ganja of love
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| Love, love, O' brothers and sisters
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| Ain’t nothing better than the ganja of love
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| Time, time, is short now mister
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| Get out the way and let me have my puff
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| Dream, dream, you clowns and jesters
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| It doesn’t do what they say it does
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| Come, come, O' brothers and sisters
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| All who wanna smoke the ganja of love
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| Tell me, can you really get higher on anything else
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| Tell me, can you really get higher on anything else
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| Like the ganja of love
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| We’re getting higher and higher and higher and higher and higher
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| We’re getting higher and higher and higher and higher and higher
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| We’re getting higher and higher and higher and higher and higher
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| On the ganja of love |