| Yeah)
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| (Sing a song, brother)
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| If the sun refused to shine,
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| I don’t mind, I don’t mind.
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| (Yeah)
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| If the mountains fell in the sea,
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| Let it be, it ain’t me.
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| Got my own world to live through
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| And I ain’t gonna copy you.
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| Now, if 6 turned up to be 9,
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| I don’t mind, I don’t mind.
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| If all the hippies cut off their hair,
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| I don’t care, I don’t care.
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| Did, 'cos I got my own world to live through
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| And I ain’t gonna copy you.
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| White-collar conservatives flashing down the street
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| Pointing their plastic finger at me.
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| They’re hoping soon my kind will drop and die,
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| But I’m gonna wave my freak flag high. |
| .. HIGH!
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| Hah, hah
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| Falling mountains just don’t fall on me Point on mister Buisnessman,
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| You can’t dress like me.
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| Nobody know what I’m talking about
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| I’ve got my own life to live
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| I’m the one that’s gonna have to die
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| when it’s time for me to die
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| So let me live my life the way I want to.
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| Yeah. |
| ..
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| Sing on brother,
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| Play on brother. |
| .. |