| I wish I was a punk rocker
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| With flowers in my hair
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| In 77 and 69
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| Revolution was in the air
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| I was born too late
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| Into a world that doesn’t care
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| So I still wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
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| When the head of the states tweets every hour
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| Corrupt and high and drunk on power
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| Justice doesn’t matter
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| And prejudice is king
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| When border walls of solid gold
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| Won’t keep our souls out in the cold
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| It really shouldn’t matter to which God we sing
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| I wish I was a punk rocker
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| With flowers in my hair
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| In 77 and 69
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| Revolution was in the air
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| I was born too late
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| Into a world that doesn’t care
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| Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
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| When music played under a kiss
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| Prince and Bowie will be missed
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| George Michael got us on our feet
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| Gay or straight or bi
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| But when were over looking back
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| Tomorrows under fresh attack
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| By those who sing the same old song
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| And fly the flag so high
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| Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
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| In 77 and 69
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| Revolution was in the air
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| I was born too late
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| Into a world that doesn’t care
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| Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
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| When every nations on its own
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| When brexits born to stand alone
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| And the fires of revolution
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| Will fade into the dark
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| But if every nation becomes one
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| And all the hatred comes undone
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| Imagine like John Lennon
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| That the world beats with one heart
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| Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
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| In 77 and 69
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| Revolution was in the air
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| I was born too late
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| Into a world that doesn’t care
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| Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
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| I was born too late
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| Into a world that doesn’t care
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| So I wish still I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair |