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(yeah, sing a song bro’...)
If the sun refused to shine
I don’t mind, I don’t mind
(yeah)
If the mountains ah, fell in the sea
Let it be, it ain’t me.
(well, all right)
Got my own world to live through and uh, ha !
And I ain’t gonna copy you.
Yeah (sing the song brother...)
Now if uh, six uh, huh, turned out to be nine
Oh I don’t mind, I don’t mind uh ( well all right... )
If all the hippies cut off all their hair
Oh I don’t care, oh I don’t care.
Dig.
’cause I’ve got my own world to live through and uh, huh
And I ain’t gonna copy you.
White collar conservative flashin’ down the street
Pointin’ their plastic finger at me, ha !
They’re hopin’ soon my kind will drop and die but uh
I’m gonna wave my freak flag high, high !
Oww !
Wave on, wave on...
Ah, ha, ha
Fall mountains, just don’t fall on me
Go ahead on mister business man, you can’t dress like me
Yeah !
Don’t nobody know what I’m talkin’ about
I’ve got my own life to live
I’m the one that’s gonna die when it’s time for me to die
So let me live my life the way I want to
Yeah, sing on brother, play on drummer
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