| She’s a wildflower child
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| With dreams just like a style
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| She floats on through the sound waves
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| And plays in them a while
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| Like a million tripping daisies
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| Just dancing oh so lazy
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| Soaking up the sunshine
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| Celebrating with the crazies
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| 'Cause when its high tide
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| Why do you get to feeling so low oh oh no?
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| 'Cause when its lo-ow tide
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| That’s when you let your feelings show
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| Yeah-yo yeah-yo
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| So Mary Joanna put the music ahead
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| Of all those things in your life that you dread
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| 'Cause I know you wanta just play in the sand
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| Making castles to the beat of tha band
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| Now this I know
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| You blossomed on a sunny day
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| You didn’t have nothing good to light up you way
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| You put it down
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| That stone cold taxman’s face
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| And if you wanna put a smile on everyone’s face
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| For the love of the music
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| I searched around my head
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| Even looked under my bed
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| Where the roaches and the dust mites laid
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| Found a dirty shirt instead
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| But you know the coolest thing, is that you don’t stink
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| You stay clean for the love of the music in your brain
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| But you can’t just keep it
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| I like the way
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| And I like you for yourself to play
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| Gotta let them notes just
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| Bang, bang, bang
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| Now this I know
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| You blossomed on a sunny day
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| You didn’t have
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| Nothing good to light up your way
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| So won’t you all
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| Don’t take her too seriously
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| Because she can’t do this that logically
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| For the love of the music, who-o-oa
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| For the love of the music, whoa
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| For the love of the music, who-o-oa
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| Here we go fellas, yeah
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| For the love of the music, who-o-oa
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| For the love of the music, yeah yeah yeah
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| We love this music, who-o-oa
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| We gotta love that music, who-o-oa |