| Standing on the roadside waving bye-byes
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| Said I’m going where the wheels are a-moving
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| Oh, come and take me far away from the city lights, city life
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| The moon shines bright in the seventh house
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| In the slipstream we pass among the clouds
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| With patches of peace, flowers in our hair
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| The caravan’s moving, come aboard and join the band
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| A time of love, the time of man
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| Songs of hope for a promised land
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| We’re gypsy sons all were born to run
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| A world awaits us
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| Universal guidance, travel down to Yasgur’s farm…
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| Hey pretty baby, it’s gonna be alright
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| Just put your little hand in mine
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| And we’ll work it out 'til the morning light comes, now baby don’t you worry…
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| Freedom of speech on tongues of LSD
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| Summer of love, love is all we need
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| We’ll meet beneath the shady trees
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| Echoes of better times resound a world away
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| Chasing a dream of a golden past
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| We dream alone so it couldn’t last
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| The trees are bare, they are all undressed
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| The leaves will leave the body by the hands of our friend, the carpenter
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| Autumn steals the day away, put the dreams back in the grave
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| And we couldn’t end the war, so don’t bring me any more…
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| …of your tired, hungry and poor
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| Follow down the forest road, see the people without their daily loads
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| On meadows green, tranquility
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| All were children of a thousand stars
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| Mother we’ll build a different world, the revolution they’ve feared will start
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| with words
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| Still messengers of everlasting love
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| Notes upon and empty door, says your Uncle wants you to win a war
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| If he’ll reach to pull me in, then just tell him I’m on the farm
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| Mother we’ll build a different world, the revolution is here we’ll start with
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| words
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| I’m a messenger of everlasting love… |