| Good sense, innocence, cripplin' and kind.
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| Dead kings, many things I can’t define.
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| Oh Cajun spice, sweats and blushers your mind.
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| Incense and peppermints, the color of thyme.
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| Who cares what games we choose?
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| Little to win, but nothing to lose.
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| Incense and peppermints, meaningless nouns.
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| Turn on, tune in, turn your eyes around.
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| Look at yourself, look at yourself,
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| Yeah, yeah.
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| Look at yourself, look at yourself,
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| Yeah, yeah,
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| Yeah, yeah.
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| To divide the cockeyed world in two.
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| Throw your pride to one side, It’s the least you can do.
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| Beatniks and politics, nothing is new.
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| A yardstick for lunatics, one point of view.
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| Who cares what games we choose?
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| Little to win, but nothing to lose.
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| Good sense, innocence, crippled and kind.
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| Dead kings and many things I can’t define.
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| Oh Cajun spice, sweats and blushers your mind.
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| Incense and peppermints, the color of thyme.
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| Who cares what games we choose?
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| Little to win, but nothing to lose.
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| Incense, peppermints, incense, peppermints.
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| Sha-la-la, sha-la-la… |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Incense And Peppermints , by - The Strawberry Alarm Clock. Song from the album Incense & Peppermints, in the genre Иностранный рок